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When I was seven years old I went to a baseball game with my family. I was living in Fremont, Ca and this was not an uncommon occurrence. I ran to the front of the stands as batting practice was ending with my baseball cards in hand. I was in luck. This day, Mark McGwire was signing autographs. I was small and cute, so I was able to wriggle my way to the front of the crowd. "Mr. McGwire! Mr. McGwire!" I yelled in opposition to all those around me who were yelling out "Mark!". He smiled and pointed at me.