I was born and raised in the St. Louis (County) area of MO, have lived there all my life except while away at college and grad school. Wife and I now live in the southwest part of that metro area.
Fun(ny) fact/story: About 15 years ago I was mistaken for Ozzie Smith, baseball Hall of Famer. (noteworthy: I'm white and he's not!) This was probably 10 years after he retired. Anyway, I was at a high school basketball game watching my nephew play. Ozzie's son was on my nephew's team and Ozzie was sitting a few rows below us. At halftime a lot of folks, including Ozzie, got up to go to concession stand or bathroom, or whatever. Wife and I are sitting in the bleachers and a young kid, maybe 6 or 7, comes climbing up into the stands, right to me. He hands me this piece of paper and says, "Mr. Smith, can I have your autograph?" Wife and I cracked up and I had to tell him that no, I wasn't Ozzie Smith. He walked back over to the other side of the gym and sat down by I guess, his dad. I guess probably earlier during the game his dad pointed over to Ozzie on our side and said go get his autograph at halftime and the kid didn't realize Ozzie had left by the time he got over to my side.
I still chuckle about that to this day! (Note, I was a pretty good shortstop myself in baseball then softball back in the day, but not an all-time great like Ozzie, LOL!)
Fun(ny) fact/story: About 15 years ago I was mistaken for Ozzie Smith, baseball Hall of Famer. (noteworthy: I'm white and he's not!) This was probably 10 years after he retired. Anyway, I was at a high school basketball game watching my nephew play. Ozzie's son was on my nephew's team and Ozzie was sitting a few rows below us. At halftime a lot of folks, including Ozzie, got up to go to concession stand or bathroom, or whatever. Wife and I are sitting in the bleachers and a young kid, maybe 6 or 7, comes climbing up into the stands, right to me. He hands me this piece of paper and says, "Mr. Smith, can I have your autograph?" Wife and I cracked up and I had to tell him that no, I wasn't Ozzie Smith. He walked back over to the other side of the gym and sat down by I guess, his dad. I guess probably earlier during the game his dad pointed over to Ozzie on our side and said go get his autograph at halftime and the kid didn't realize Ozzie had left by the time he got over to my side.
I still chuckle about that to this day! (Note, I was a pretty good shortstop myself in baseball then softball back in the day, but not an all-time great like Ozzie, LOL!)