Getting an autograph in person, you know not what to expect

Yesterday (Saturday, January 12), I went to a baseball card and memorabilia show hosted by Legends Sports and Games at their spare building near CenterPoint Mall next to what once was the Orbit Room. I was looking specifically for cards from 1960 of players who were still alive to sign autographs TTM (through the mail). While there, I was reminded of the last show I attended there last spring when they had a special autographing guest.

Here is how I chronicled that visit in my written but unpublished journaling.

At today’s card show, the special guest was Corey Davis, a former player at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo, Michigan, about 45 minutes south of here, who graduated and was drafted and signed by the Tennessee Titans of the NFL, a team that my son Corey in Georgia can watch in regional television coverage on NFL weekends.

A few weeks earlier, I got a text with a simple demand: “Get me Corey Davis’ autograph.” I replied: “Send me the $35 for the auto.” He wrote back: “That will be my birthday present.” His birthday is coming up in late March so I said OK and went and bought the ticket in advance so I wouldn’t spend that money on something less worthwhile. Come showtime, I ended up spending another $12 for an 11 x 14 action photo of Corey Davis when he played at WMU, then another $10 for an inscription: You know, something like “To Corey,” or “Best Wishes” or whatever.

I got the “whatever.”

That’s where the fun began. I explained to Corey Davis, whose charming blonde girlfriend was sitting next to him, that I wanted him to write something encouraging to my son, a firefighter with the United States Air Force who lives in Georgia and can actually watch the Tennessee Titans when they’re on TV in that part of the country. And that his birthday was coming up in a couple of weeks.

So, Corey Davis writes “To: Corey” and signs his name and starts sliding the picture back to me. And I’m dumbfounded. So his girlfriend puts her hand on his hand and says, “write something more, like ‘Happy Birthday’ or something.” So he did. He wrote “Happy Birthday” and looked for the next item to sign.

I never did find out Corey Davis’ girlfriend’s name (my bad), but she asked me a couple of questions about where, specifically, my son was stationed and how long he’s been there and a couple of other things, then told me to tell him “thank you” for his service.

In retrospect, I should have asked HER to sign something. It would have had more meaning, at least for me.

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