That is awesome - thanks for sharing. I really miss Gibby.
I think I've told this story before, but I took my son to see the Jays play the Twins in Spring Training. It was in Fort Myers and my son was only 7 at the time. We tried to get their early to get autographs, but we got stuck in traffic and were a little late. In most stadiums you can get autographs up until the national anthem, but in the Twins stadium, we got ushered back away about 10-15 minutes earlier so we missed out before the game. As soon as it was over, we rushed down and waited patiently in line to get an autograph, but the kid in front of mine was the last one to get one.
My son was devastated. I asked an usher where the visiting teams bus was. He showed us where it was, but there was no public access. We had to stand at the top of the catwalk. We watched all the Jays walk to the bus after the game, but the buses were so loud they couldn't hear us at all. We were hollering at them, but it was no use. They all boarded the bus without even looking up at us. My son was very upset, but luckily a security guard saw us up top and saw up upset my son was. He motioned for me to toss a ball down, which I did. Just before they were about to leave, the guard took the ball on the bus and came back with a signed ball. As he threw it back up to us, old Gibby emerged from the bus to give us a wave and the thumbs up.
Gibby had signed the ball for my son and saved the day. Turned our experience right around. He still has the ball displayed in his room.
Baseball needs Gibby IMO.