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I met Pete Rose when I was eight. I had a "Charlie Hustle" trophy, which was probably awarded to the worst player on the team each year. He signed the bottom of it; let me sit on his lap. I stood stock still the entire time, afraid to speak. He seemed enormous.

Jack Billingham was a neighbor of ours; hanging out with him and his son was not nearly as scary as my Pete encounter.