This Wednesday after an incredibly boring day at work I rushed home hoping to catch Ozzie Canseco’s softball game. Last week I almost got to play on the opposing team but that idea was killed by the umpire. This time I was ready for anything. I brought my bat, batting gloves, and fielding glove to the game hoping to get an at-bat with Ozzie’s team or even against him. While setting up my camera and waiting for Tatiana to get back from the restroom, a man walked up behind me, sat down, and began fixing his shoes. I figured it was someone on the team who showed up early so I ignored it. By the time my camera was ready I stood up to stretch, turned around and saw Jose Canseco sitting on the bleachers. There was no mistake, this was Jose “Mr. 40-40” Canseco. As it turned out, he is in town and wanted to play some ball so he showed up at Ozzie’s game. When our eyes met, I simply waved and he waved right back. A few minutes later Ozzie showed up and Tatiana walked back from the restroom. When Ozzie saw Tatiana he said “hey, how are you? This is my brother Jose”. Jose was incredibly friendly, shook Tatiana’s hand and waved at me once more.
The game is now a blur. Ozzie’s team lost by one. Jose went 2-5 with an RBI double. Ozzie went 2-5 as well with a couple of doubles, runs scored, and great plays as the pitcher. During the entire game Tatiana was chatting it up with Jose’s blond bombshell, Heidi and Jose’s daughter. Tomorrow there is a softball game and Jose, Ozzie, & Heidi will be playing. She personally invited Tatiana to attend. Me? I was too busy snapping up photos, waiting in the outfield for a home run, or being too damn shy to bother Jose. Luckily, after the game Heidi called us over and Jose greeted us once more. As we were walking away Jose looks over to me and says, “want a picture?” Of course, I said yes and that is the photo you see below.
So there you have it. I have now met Jose Canseco, the man I idolized as a child. It was everything I could have hoped for. He was in a great mood, polite, and very friendly. I could have asked for an autograph but to be honest, I didn’t want one. Being there, watching him and his brother play, and getting the photo was more than enough for me.