I never hated the Phillies either, even though I was supposed to when I was young. Schmidt was cool!
Neat story about the Pirates. In the old days we'd collect box tops for the program that got you free tickets. In the old days, at Three Rivers, fans had access to the entrance by the players' parking lot. Mike Levaliere (sp?) and Doug Drabek were awesome--Spanky's wife and kids would tug on his arm for him to leave, but he signed autographs. Drabek said he wouldn't leave until he signed for everyone. Van Slyke and Bonilla snuck into their cars and zipped off. Barry Bonds came out in sunglasses, head high, shaking his head, and said "Nothin', you ain't getting nothin' tonight!" My dad said "Bonds, you're an effing a-hole." He swung his head over, sniffed, and walked on. Everyone snickered.
But my favorite part was when the trainer came out, yelled, "Game balls!" and tossed a bunch to us youngsters. Cool, a game used ball! Then later, I saw a guy getting out of a limo. He saw me, smiled, asked how I was doing, and signed the ball. I was polite with him but confused. After, I walked over to my dad, reading the ball, and said, "Who is Kent Tek...tek...tekulve?" And he lost his mind because he loved the player!
Come to think of it, as I recall, the game was against the Phillies! No idea who won.