Which players (Yankees or opponents) signed autographs for you?

August 1998, it's about 90 degrees and I'm baking in the sun at BP before a 1:05 game (a game I attended with a bunch of co-workers).  I'm waiting for someone to come over to the right field wall to sign my glove.  A Yankee, still unidentified, is at bat.  Mel Stottlemyre points up in the air cautioning the crowd that a ball is headed our way.  I don't see him.  The next thing I know, the ball hits me on the head (right in the left temple), lands on some little girl's arm and into her hand.  OUCH!!!  My dad panicks because I'm about to pass out, but I refuse to leave!  Ramiro Mendoza sees me, runs over and hands me a ball.  I'm too out of it to realize what's going on.  A few minutes later, Derek Jeter comes over to sign some autographs.  I throw my glove to my dad and ask him to get it signed.  I'm still holding my head trying not to pass out and my dad is like bodysurfing over a crowd of 8 year olds trying to get Jeter's attention.  Finally, he screams out that I got hit.  Derek looks at me and says "She got hit?  Oops, sorry!" asks me for the ball and signs it.  I had a huge bump and headache for at least 3 days after that and my lovely co-workers presented me with a batting helmet the next day.  True story!!!

I also have an autographed pic of me and Tino and Yogi signed his book for me.  That was cool!

June 17, 1978, I am at the game against the Angels for my birthday. I wanted nothing more than to go to a game in person. Before the game, my mom and I are down behind the Yankees dugout where Ron Guidry is signing autographs. Everyone is tossing him things and he is trying his best to keep up. My mom takes a ball out of her bag and tosses it down to him. I kept my eye on that ball to his hand. He signed it and tossed it back into the stands, but to our left. I have never seen my mom move so fast! She went down to the guy that caught it, exchanged a few words and came back with a freshly signed ball.

My mom was the biggest Yankees fan that I knew and of course I am too. I have that ball proudly displayed in a room filled with memorabilia from the boys in the Bronx. I might have left NY but the Yankees and my mom will always be with me.