Sometime back I learned that one of our maintenance guys at the high school I work at was once in professional baseball. I don't know him very well, but he knows I help coach the baseball team, and I respect the hell out of his work ethic. We always wave at each other or say 'Hi' when close proximity. He's such a jovial fellow I always leave with a smile on my face after seeing 'Berto.
Being the baseball minded individual that I am I had always wanted to type his name into baseballreference.com and take a gander at his career. I'm embarrassed to say I didn't learn 'Berto's last name until recently and I was too shy to ask up until that point. He did pretty well for himself, especially when he played with New Jersey!
So, I decided to wait until today. Today was the last day before winter break. EVERYONE at a high school is in a good mood on a day like this. (Well, maybe not the students taking semester exams.) But, I figured why not?
I put the card on the left in a one-touch case and grabbed a sharpie for the other. If I was going to get one of the cards signed it would have to be the one of him smiling. He's always smiling!
At the end of my day and the beginning of his I tracked down 'Berto. He had his earbuds in while getting ready for work and he was talking to his wife. I motioned that I wanted to chat real quick and asked his wife to hold on for a second.
I explained that I collect baseball cards and signatures when I could get them and how honored I would be if he would sign his card for me.
He seemed completely shocked that anyone would ever possess his baseball card. His face immediately lit up and started talking to his wife again about how a guy at work has one of his cards and how he's asking for an autograph. He kept repeating how he couldn't believe it.
I asked him when the last time he autographed something for a fan was and he replied he hadn't signed for anyone since 2006. He passed the card back to me but not before gently blowing on the ink to make sure it wouldn't get smudged.
I then told 'Berto how I hadn't been completely upfront with him and how I didn't have just one card. I had a second which I wanted to give to him. He was completely taken aback. He mentioned how this is only the second card he has from his playing days. The other one was given to him by his mother, who has since passed. He was genuinely touched and the smile, already ear-to-ear, grew even more.
I told him thank you for the autograph and I held out my hand.
It was so awesome to make him so happy. What a great way to start winter break!
Awesome story! Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
I used to work at the radio station which carried some NJ Cardinals games. (Actual jingle: "The New Jersey Cardinals, they're ready to take the field...and they're ready to start the game!" That's a promise they can deliver!)ReplyDelete
What a story! Sounds like a great day.ReplyDelete
I love the night maintenance man where I work and try to chat with him when I can. He is from NYC and from what I understand was a pretty good basketball player ... hmmm, I wonder if he has his own card?
Now that's amazing. Love it. Post of the year material right here. Sidenote, you might want to ask him how hard he still throws now. I'm guessing his velo is still well above average.ReplyDelete
Got the idea to give him a card from you, ZZ. Classy move. Thank you!Delete
Amazing how a simple gesture can mean so much isn't it?Delete
Sidenote, the way he still wrote #47 after signing even after all these years is something I find very interesting.
Wonderful story, thanks for sharing!ReplyDelete
This is one of the best stories I've heard in a long time, baseball-related or otherwise.ReplyDelete
Awesome stuff, Tom!ReplyDelete
Great story, Coach. Sounds like you made his day. Well done!ReplyDelete
Great story Tom! Funny how some of the In Person autographs we get don't have to be of a big name to have a lasting impact on us. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
Sounds like you made each others days. Now that's a great "feel good" blog post!ReplyDelete
I love this. This is so great, I even read it twice!ReplyDelete
I had to look at his stats to see why he may have landed in Peoria. He was just one year away from me being able to have you ask him if he remembered me as an intern. Too bad.ReplyDelete
Yeah, I thought about that, but realized he came to P-town a year too late. He didn’t pitch here long, but if I had to guess he met his wife while playing here. Maybe someday I’ll ask him about it.Delete
my teachers husband is robertoReplyDelete