A lasting image I have of Ken Griffey Jr. came on a morning the Reds were scheduled to play an unusual noontime game at Great American Ballpark on a very hot Cincinnati day in July.
The night before, I had driven frantically from a game in Milwaukee trying to get to the ballpark when the gates first opened. Batting practice had concluded and all of the players escaped into the air conditioning in the clubhouse – except for one. All smiles all the time, Junior held court posing for pictures, signing autographs, and just chatting. I noticed two things about him. One, he never took his bat out of his hands. And secondly, he always gave special attention to the kids who had come to see him perform. Continue reading