Sorta similar story about another great baseball person. Our youngest is named after Tony Oliva. On our Tony's "golden birthday" (turning 11 on the 11th), he was unfortunately dragged to older brother's baseball tourney, but we brought his bike along so he could ride around the park and pass the time with other younger siblings.
I'm sitting in the bleachers ready for a game to start when I turn to check on young Tony, and who do I see standing and watching the next game over ... Tony Oliva! Now I don't want to interrupt Mr. Oliva while he's watching the game, or impose, but I quickly walk over to call my son to come back from bike riding, thinking maybe, just maybe, I can introduce him on his birthday to his namesake.
I quietly call, "Tony, come over here" a couple of times before my son hears me and rides over. As I look up to point out for him where Tony Oliva is standing, I see that Mr. Oliva has heard his own name and is looking at us and smiling broadly, as if inviting us to come over. So of course we do, I introduce my son and tell Mr. Oliva my husband is such a big fan that this 11-year-old is named after him, and it's his birthday. Mr. Oliva chuckles and talks with young Tony for several minutes. I was so dumfounded that I didn't even think to find a pen and ask for an autograph! We will always remember how nice this very great baseball player was to us. (And he has such a pleasant, kind voice!)