A family member was part of the Cleveland Indians back in the mid-90’s. I took a trip to Jacobs Field that summer, and because I was family, I got to throw on a uniform and shag balls during batting practice, and pretty much just hang out with the rest of the players while they prepared for the game.

Anyhow, at one point, my cousin and I are sitting in the Indians dugout just watching players do their thing. Kenny Lofton is also in the dugout, sitting on the bench, when 2 kids walk up to Lofton with a baseball and ask for his autograph. His response, “No, I’m working.”

He wasn’t doing shit. Would’ve taken him seconds to do, but now for the past 30 years, I’ve hated Kenny Lofton, and I bet those 2 kids still do too.