I saw Roberts standing in the dugout, talking with a teammate. I yelled out to him and waved my Red Sox cap. A fan beside me also called out -- and Roberts looked over, waved, and walked over. He signed a few cards and a cap, then took my baseball and pen. "Thank you so much for last year," I said. "I made sure to come out when you were in town to say thanks." He smiled, said "Thanks" and handed my ball back.
I've gotten a few autographs at games before -- Nomar at old Tiger Stadium, Johnny Pesky at spring training a few years ago, Pedro in a parking lot in Fort Myers -- Pedro! -- but I have never been as excited as I was this afternoon. I came out early thinking I might have a decent shot at saying Hi to Roberts, but nothing like that is ever certain. Yet it had been pretty easy. It was all I could do to keep from dancing in the aisle.
Mega super Dave Roberts encounter here.
I am alternately jealous of um...whoever...the guy is...who writes? Joy of Sox? Ummm anyway. I am alternately jealous of him and grateful to him, because honestly, I sometimes wonder if Dave Roberts knows how much we still appreciate him in Boston.
This is because I didn't really know it myself until around April of this year. But at this point I think it's safe to say that if you don't know exactly who Dave Roberts is, you are not really a Red Sox fan.