If you’re a fan of any sport, you can empathize with Jim Harbaugh’s predicament in this situation. When you’re a kid that’s eager to meet your favorite baseball player and you finally get the chance, nothing will come in your way, including the absolute need to go #1. Harbaugh recalls the story of when he had his chance and didn’t take the opportunity lightly.
We went to a Cleveland Indians game. It was one of those games where there was maybe a thousand, 700 people left when it was over. I think the lights had gone out during the game, the old Municipal Stadium.
But you could meet a player after the game. And there was–I think it was a first baseman named McGraw (note: can’t find a player named McGraw on the late-1960s Indians, but the blurriness is understandable; he was 5!). Might’ve been a third baseman.
Anyway, I know we entered the field from the first-base side, just to get a picture with him. Just to get a Polaroid picture.
And I had to go to the bathroom really bad. So I had to make a decision: Me and my brother were like 20 people from actually being able to go on to the field and take a picture with [the player] right by the first-base bag.
And it was either go to the bathroom and not get a picture, or do it right there in my pants. So I chose to go in my pants and my parents have this picture of a big ring right here (points to an obvious place on the front of his pants).
I just want that picture for some reason. I really want that picture.
We want that picture too Harbaugh.