This one happens to be two months overdue at this point, but who’s counting anymore? Back in January when classes were yet to begin or just getting underway, I managed to hit up a few of the Astros “Winter Caravan” stops, in hopes of making some more progress on my autograph project.
One day I happened to get done with work early and caught the tail end of an appearance at a Whataburger across town. For those of you not in the know, Whataburger is pure glory. Do yourself a favor when you come through town.
Marwin Gonzalez, A.J. Hinch, and Big Jon Singleton were the scheduled ‘stros, so I ducked inside. I quickly spotted Marwin and A.J. talking to some fans and reporters, but I’d run out of stuff for Marwin to sign and Hinch just now got his first Astros card in 2016 Heritage. So I landed another Hinch rookie, and went looking for Jonathan.
There’s a fairly standardized system for these appearances. They’re one to two hours long, and the team will typically have one guy “work” behind the counter, one in the restaurant talking to fans, and one at the drive-thru, handing out food. With Singleton nowhere to be found, I knew what I had to do.
To my chagrin, it wasn’t Altuve doling out chicken, but rather Ken Giles. It was still crazy inside, and that wasn’t helping the drive-thru line at all either. My Arnold Palmer hadn’t made it to the window yet. “I’ll get to the bottom of this,” Giles assured me with a smile, and then apologized for the delay. I could see Altuve over his shoulder, talking to the staff in Spanish and snapping photos. Low and away, ball one.
I asked Ken if he’d mind signing a card while I awaited my drink, and and he replied, “of course!”
Taking the card and marker, he turned over his shoulder to Altuve and remarked, “hey look, this guy came prepared!”
This was the moment – a hanging curve that I could either crush or foul into the stands, but I might as well swing. “Jose, I have a card of you too, would you mind signing it?”
There was one more appearance, later that evening. Seeing as I’ve written a novella at this point, I’ll make it brief. At an Academy (that’s a sporting goods shop here, in case it’s not in your region), young fireballer Lance McCullers Jr. and free-swinging, bat-flipping, dazzling third baseman Luis Valbuena were signing some autographs.
I approachedd McCullers, and not wanting to try for too much, settled for a single card. Seeing more than one small kid approach him with a Lance McCullers Sr. card, I asked how many times he gets asked to sign cards of his dad. “I see them a bunch,” he said.
I will say, the kid has impeccable poise and an immaculate jaw. I’d be weak-kneed in the box facing him.