A 10- or 11-year-old Jobu was at a show and didn't know that there was an autograph guest, let alone that it was Bob Feller. I see him walking through the lobby, recognize him, work up the courage to walk over and ask "Mr. Feller, can I please have your autograph?" He looks at me and deadpans "Yeah. Buy a ticket." And turns and walks away. Grown up Jobu realizes that he was there to make money and understands the answer, but the delivery and lack of even a hint of a smile or acknowledgement of the awe young Jobu was clearly showing permanently turned me off to him.
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