April 24, 2008
But What About Me?
A few games back my son Dakota had the opportunity to take the field with Orlando Hudson. When he was selected for this honor we were told that the Diamondbacks would provide a baseball to each of the kids so that they could obtain an autograph from the player to commemorate their experience. Dakota took a pen since he wasn’t sure whether O-Dog would be carrying one. He went down onto the field level while I stayed in the stands to take pictures. When he lined up with the other kids they found out that the team had only 3 baseballs to split among 8 kids. I’m no math wizard but even I could see this was not going to go well. Three of the kids were given baseballs and the other 5 were given nothing. Dakota happened to be one of the ones without a ball. Being the resourceful kid that he was he took his pen and after the National Anthem he asked Orlando if he would sign the back of his Diamondbacks jersey. Hudson graciously accepted and Dakota came away with a priceless memento he will cherish that for the rest of his life. This experience was not without its drawbacks. Dakota is not the cleanest kid in the world and so there was a tremendous amount of pressure by Trina to let her wash the jersey. This of course hearkened back to the tragedy of 1999.
