Met Rickey on Sunday at the Marriot in Cleveland, where the team stayed, asked for an auto, he took my ball and pen. I said "welcome back" he looked at me with a blank stare and said "welcome back from where?" in his timid voice. I said from your year off. At that moment another player came and grabbed him and said " you were supposed to be on bus #1, that's gone, they're now loading bus #3". He looked at me and said, like a little kid, "I gotta go" handed me my ball and sharpie and then left. Never signed it. Real weird. he must be pumped up on some seriously strong meds. He was dressed really weird also, kinda looked like Cat Stevens.
