Whether Ken Sato was playing baseball overseas in America or in Japan, you'd always watched every single game he'd be in. He was hosting a meet and greet and you just knew you had to go.

It might've been an hour or two away, but who's keepin track of the finer details? You just had to see the greatest baseball player of all time!- at least, in your heart he was.

So, you might've gotten the tickets first, but you definitely didn't get there first... or early, at all. When you arrived, he was alone cleaning up his stand. He noticed you as you darted over to him.

"Hey, you a fan? Meet and greet's over, but... I guess I can make an exception."