He ruined my trip to Disneyland when I was 10. We drove out to visit my uncle in San Francisco and were coming up through Southern California and the twins were playing the angels. We walked down to the fence by the foul line and he walked by. Me and my brother the only kids wearing twins gear. I asked him if I could get an autograph. He needed to take some swings into the net first then he’d come back. He forgot. Next day we went to Disney and I was heartbroken. After finding out that he was the manager of the smokies during the 20th anniversary, I sent him a request and told the story. I did get an autograph then