All of the players know how to tell a good baseball story.
On Saturday, we were on to the Field of Dreams. I'd been there before, but it's been several years. The place still looks the same and it is still something to behold. If you've never been, I highly recommend it.
Saturday was the first time I ever got to see Bench or Reggie Jackson live at the plate. Granted, it was just a charity softball game and not game seven of the World Series, but still, I got to see these guys bat. Reggie still has power behind his swing, by the way.
By the end of the game, I was already more than satisfied. My cheapness was also starting to return, so I passed on the photo and autograph opportunities. Besides, we learned that we did not get to pick which ballplayer we were photographed with. Chances are, we would have been stuck posing with Rickey Henderson, whom Jake and I have despised since 1991, when we saw him push a group of child autograph seekers down on his way in to the Royals' stadium. Rickey was not at Friday night's event, and we were not the least bit disappointed.
I did bump into Bench and Jim Palmer after the game, as they made their way to the photograph session. I got to shake their hands. Their hands are HUGE. I felt like I had a tiny, little girl hand with the same grip during our brief meetings. Both were good guys, as Palmer posed with Jake for a photo for free and Bench, when he walked by our group, said hello and asked if we had a good time.
The weekend provided a nice getaway and the chance to reconnect with my youth. As I've lamented before, I don't get as many opportunities to hang with Jake as I would like.