Many of my most distinct memories with collectibles are born out of getting autographs. Most of these baseballs came from my great uncle who happened to living near a golf course frequented by many retired MLB greats -- Cal, Pete Rose, Yaz, and Whitey Ford.

The Brooks Robinson one is special - not unique because he was so nice. Side note: I haven't heard one Brooksie story that didn't mention his kindness. My dad an I unexpectedly saw him at a JC Penny in Northern Virginia about 28 years ago where he was promoting a cologne. We met him and he signed a sponsored card. That wasn't enough for us. We had to make the most of this opportunity. With little time to spare we rushed back home and got a book and a ball. We rushed back to the same spot. Luckily he was at the tail end of his appearance. He remembered us, talked with us past his allotted time, gladly signed the book and personalized the signature on the ball to me. I still have the book and the card too.

If you all have any stories centered around getting autographs please share!