Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Well, Shucky Darn
The only reason I bother to follow them is I was living in Seattle when they joined the league. For a baseball fix, I took my sons South to the AAA Tacoma games.
My oldest son is autistic, and is a professional dishwasher. He was working at the deli in Larry's Market, on the Eastside. One evening I came in to take him to dinner, and Ken Griffey, Jr. and family passed by shopping.
"Hi, Sean", called out Ken Griffy.
"Hhhii Kken", said Sean. "This is mmy Dad".
I smiled and just said, "Hello". The man was out shopping, after all.
He replied, "You have a nice son".
My reply? "Thank you".
Over dinner, I asked Sean about "Ken".
"Oh, he is a very nice man, and when I take things out his car, he always gives me a nice tip. His wife does, too".
Sean didn't understand what a superstar was. Perhaps Ken Griffey appreciated not dealing with a fawning fan attitude.
Perhaps that encounter is another reason I like the Mariners.
Oh Shucky Darn? A successful race horse at the old Longacres race track.