Mid 70's and the Lena Pony and Colt leagues are taking their annual trip, this time to County Stadium to see the Royals play the Brewers. Our busses arrived very early, so we're just standing around the parking lot, screwing off and pissing off the parents who were brave enough to chaperone. Who pulls up and gets out of their car, but Hank Aaron. For a good 15 seconds, he's 10 yards from me and no one else notices. I freeze and do absolutely nothing. Suddenly, a swarm of autograph seekers surrounds him, and I'm in "I got a rock" mode.