No doubt some of the autograph seekers leaning across the fence straining for the baseball players' attention were in it for the money.
I suppose a baseball signed by the right person is worth something. Others were collectors working to complete their sets.
But most of us clumped up along the side of the dugout were fans — and our motives were of an entirely different nature.
Well, to be accurate, I wasn't begging for autographs. My kids were. I was there as a chaperone.