I had a red furball with eyes and feet named Cleeter, who watched the games with me. Cleeter was one of those furry round things with feet, and he was red. He was named after New York Yankees 3rd baseman, Clete Boyer, #6. I had met Clete at an event and apparently he asked me to send him a picture of Cleeter (I didn't remember the conversation as I was in shock at the time). I had been writing stories about Cleeter and his adventures on the road with the Yankees, etc. I put all the drawings and stories in a packet and sent them to Clete.
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| The red one looks like Cleeter |
A few weeks later, my mother and I went to a Yankees game, which we did fairly often, and we were standing outside waiting for the players to go in. Clete went by with a couple of other players (Moose Skowron, Phil Linz, Whitey Ford, and a couple of others, I can't remember who). Clete saw me and yelled “I got the stories about Cleeter!". Moose yelled "long live Cleeter!". I thought I had died and gone to heaven! From that time on, I sent them on a regular basis for probably 2 seasons until we moved to Paris. It was awesome!