It was fun to watch Bobby walk nonchalantly up to the mound and then get into the baseball warrior’s stance and hit the ball out there! His strategy was not to hit it out of the ballpark, although I’ve seen him do that, but to hit it to allow guys on bases run in to home.
Golly, I’m behind the times with baseball. I had quite a time trying to see where the ball was going and who was catching it…or missing it.
I took lots of photos and wore a turquoise hat, which got the attention of the promoters. All of a sudden I saw myself up on the screen and someone looking at me with a microphone.
“We’ve seen you taking photos, and wearing that big hat, and having a good time, so here we want you to have this.”
I thank him and barely got the words out, “I’m Bobby’s Oma,” but it was too late. He and the camera man were gone.
What a fun day; I had Bobby autograph the ball, took photos of him getting ready to board the A’s bus and then he said good bye to all of us, his cousins, aunt and uncle and his darling, cutie pie girlfriend Lindsey.