I met Tom House at spring training in Arizona when I was in my twenties.
Me: Are you Tom House?
Him: Yes. Who are you? How do you know my name?
Me: I remember when you were supposed to be the savior of the Red Sox bullpen.
Him. (He laughed). I’m surprised you know my last name. After a week when I was announced the booing was so loud you couldn’t hear my last name.