everyone who mentions him today will imply that he was a good person

Maybe a million people will Tweet about Feller's death.Almost everyone who mentions him today will imply that he was a good person because of all that he accomplished during his life.It's too bad that they're all wrong.Good thing that you've come here to find out the truth.Nobody else is saying it so I will: he was a Grade A piece of .Good riddance, you pompous ass.May you burn in hell.As an ten year old kid, I was lucky enough to have box Bvlgari Rettangolo Chronograph watches seats to the Old Timers Game at Busch Stadium (story takes place around 1990).The Indians were my favorite AL team and even then I loved the history of the game (meaning I was already a huge nerd).I'd never seen the Indians play live so Bob Feller was the first ballplayer I had ever seen wear their jersey.

I was even rocking my Indians hat since Feller was billed as one of the stars of the game.Obviously, he was the best player in team history so I wanted to get his autograph.He's walking in from playing catch and was signing for a group of people a couple of sections down.Running down to catch him just as he finishes Bvlgari Rettangolo Chronograph with the other folks, I ask nervously “Mr.Feller, can I have your autograph?”“Leave me alone, kid.Can't you see I'm busy.”…I can still hear that wrinkly, old motherer say it.I was crushed.The first time I'd ever had a chance to get a Hall of Famer's autograph and that's the response I get.These guys get hounded for sigs all the time; I get that.

I'm sure they have to deal with creepy 40 year olds who think it's their god given right bug ballplayers for autographs and then sell them on eBay.I'd be a little bit pissed about that at some point too.But this is a god damned Old Timers Game on Mother's Day a thousand miles from Cleveland and a ten year old Indians fan just asked you Replica Tag Heuer Aquaracer watches politely for an autograph.The only explanation I have is that he also used to punch his own grandkids in the nuts on Christmas morning, then force them to eat reindeer jerky for breakfast.That's the kind of man Bob Feller was.Fast forward to summer of 2002.I make the trip to Cooperstown for Ozzie Smith's induction.