Hearing all the hoopla about local Goochtonian made good, Justin Verlander, reminds me of when I was a boy growing up in Warsaw, VA (population 500 on its best day). This was in the late 50’s and early 60’s, when the New York Yankees ruled baseball. One of my classmates had an uncle, Jim Coates, who was a relief pitcher for the Yanks. Every fall, after the Fall Classical, which the Yankees typically played in or won, my classmate would bring his uncle to school for “show and tell.” While Jim was never a candidate for the Hall of Fame, the very thought that he interacted with my baseball gods of Mickey, Whitey and Yogi certainly qualified Jim for the HOF in my mind. Later this Fall, I hope to read a human interest story about local boy, Justin Verlander, visiting some elementary school in rural Goochland where all the boys are Tiger fans. Then maybe these youngster can experience a thrill like I had as a boy. It was and still is a memorable event.