I attended a game of the 1960 WS at Yankee Stadium. Someone pointed to a man in a wheelchair and said, "There is Roy Campanella!" I took my scorecard and ran to him and asked him for his autograph. His reply was, "Son, I can't even hold a pencil." I was 13 years old at the time, and remember the incident as one of my first recollections of shame and embarassment. I felt as if thousands of people were watching me return to my seat after this encounter, and somehow I was the only one who didn't know Campanella "can't even hold a pencil." From this post I gather that 20 years later he had`learned how to sign his name. I thought he was paralyzed for life.
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