This story goes back to the early 1980's. My brother had just finished his college days (GO HOGS!) where they had finished second in the CWS to Cal Fullerton. I was living in Florida and my brother was picked up by the St. Louis Cards. Spring training started and we drove the 2 hours to St. Pete to watch the workouts. It was quite the thrill to see my brother in a Cardinal uniform for the first time = good old number 27. As great as it was for him, I must say that I felt like an insider myself being able to walk up and talk to one of the players in the bigs with such familiarity. Alas, no starts in St. Louis, but, those days will always be fresh in my mind.