My first MLB game was at Fenway in 1988 against the Blue Jays. I was six. While going down to get autographs my father and I helped an older lady through the crowd to her seat. She motioned toward the Blue Jays dugout and her son Mike Flanagan, along with Tom Henke, came over. She explained how nice we had been and directed them to sign my ball. They were both gentlemen, and for quite a while I became a Blue Jays fan, until both players had moved on. I felt terrible when I heard the news about Mike Flanagan, he was one of the most polite men I ever met.
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