Big Hurt, Big Disappointment
This year at the National Convention I only got one player auto. I figured I was in Chicago, so it was the year to get Frank Thomas to sign a baseball. Being an "All Access VIP" I only waited about ten minutes to get his auto, but the whole experience was a little disappointing.
Players in the past take a minute or two to talk to the individual, but Thomas said very little. I tried to engage him in a brief chat by pointing out his sweet watch, but that attempt failed. I barely had time to get a couple of pictures of him signing my ball before he handed it back to me and was on to the next person.
When I looked at the signature on my ball, I was even more dissatisfied. In the attempt to sign quickly, the pen that he used skipped and left only a partial signature. Lame.