When I was a little kid my dad somehow got us tickets between the Sox dugout and home plate. My brother and I were in the front row watching the players warm up. Woodie Held was playing catch with Ron Hansen almost close enough to touch. As they finished throwing and trotted towards the dugout another kid about my age was standing to the left of me screaming "Woodie, Woodie, throw me the ball!" over and over again. It was a bit obnoxious. Just before he got to the dugout, Held looked at the kid who had been screaming at him, then turned and tossed the ball right to me! Man, was that kid pissed. I kept that ball for years until my nephew took it out and used to hit ground balls to his friends on a muddy day. Held only hit .143, but as far as I was concerned, he was the greatest player on the Sox.