Humble Brag

I have a backlog of stories to tell now that I've broken through the wall of laziness and created the blog, but I do not think 3 posts in a day is going to be the norm.  So don't get used to it.  By the way, no that's not my humble brag, the story below is.

As a (semi-)professional baseball player of about 5 weeks, I have already signed a lot of t-shirts, baseballs and bats.  A lot of them.  Seriously, may the rush from being asked for an autograph never go away, its a straight booster shot to the ego.  But it is always either some little kid collecting signatures from the whole team, or its something put on the table in the clubhouse (that thing is another post for another day) to be raffled off to try to earn some extra money that supposedly goes into our paychecks.  But the other day, after I had earned my first professional save (a brag inside a humble brag Inception style), a kid walked up to a group of us post-game when they let the kids come on the field and get our autographs. He came up to me and asked me to sign his glove, which I happily did, picking a spot that wouldn't interfere with the other 25 signatures to come.  Except this kid on this fateful day, he instead turns around and walks off the field, excited that I signed his glove.  So thank you, random kid in the blue Puma hat, I will always remember you as the first time I was actually asked for my autograph.