As always, a collection of fans – mostly young fans – waited outside the tunnel that led from the Coliseum clubhouses to the parking lots, looking for autographs.
"Hey, are you Scott Erickson?"
I didn't respond at first. Then I realized it was a kid. Maybe 10 or 11. Asking me if I was Scott Erickson, an outstanding pitcher for the Twins (he won 20 games one season). Scott Erickson was 6-foot-4, 220 pounds. I was 5-foot-10, 175 pounds. He was six years younger than me. But we both had dark hair, I guess.
The kid wanted an autograph!
"No, sorry," I said, feeling bad for the kid, but great for me. He thought I was a major league baseball player! I was a sports writer for a small newspaper who occasionally played city league softball (badly). But he thought I was somebody! I was like Navin Johnson in "The Jerk!"
That feeling stayed until a few days later when I covered my next game. Same thing. Game ended. I wrote my article and headed out to my car.
"Hey is . . . no, never mind. He's not a player."
Different kid, very different (and accurate) perception. No autograph in either case, but one gave me the illusion that I had some sort of similarity to a 6-foot-4 guy who could throw a baseball 90 mph.
I didn't give any autographs because they weren't needed. Just like they're not needed for a credit card.
(Columnist trick! If you can't think of a way to lead into a subject, consider something similar, write about it and then add a paragraph to explain the correlation. In this case, follow that paragraph with a parenthetical paragraph explaining what you did. You learned something today.)
Did you know that you don't need to sign a credit card receipt? That when you go to a restaurant and put the meal on a card, when they bring you back the card, receipt and a list of suggested tips, you can write a total and not sign the card?
It doesn't matter and it hasn't mattered for a long time. In fact, Visa, Mastercard, Discover and American Express (all the major cards except Diners Club, which I just discovered still exists but is not issuing new cards in the United States) all dropped the requirements to sign.
In 2018. Six years ago.
We haven't needed to sign credit card receipts (or those credit card readers) for six years!
Still, many places expect us to sign for the card purchase to be "official." It doesn't make it official. Signatures are not even used to detect fraud. No one checks your signature against anything because the card companies stopped requiring signatures in 2018.
I don't know how that makes you feel. It makes me feel like we're continuing a social contract that's outdated, like not wearing white after Labor Day or men taking off their hats while indoors or using a duel to settle a dispute. We don't have to sign for our credit cards!
However . . . while I think it's a good idea for you to make a scene at a restaurant by refusing to sign, I'm not going to be the guy who tries to explain this to a waiter who brings me the ticket. I'm not going to tell the cashier at CVS that my signature isn't required because that went away six years ago. I'm not going to refuse to sign when I get a haircut and the stylist (or barber) asks me to sign.
I'm not going to do it for the same reason I wouldn't pretend to be Scott Erickson. I'm not doing it for the same reason I didn't tell the kid who said I wasn't an athlete that I could switch hit and ground out to second base from each side of the plate in softball.
Because it's sometimes easier to go along than to make someone uncomfortable.
It's what Scott Erickson would do, at least. And I don't know if I've ever told the story, but I was mistaken for him once ...
Reach Brad Stanhope at bradstanhope@outlook.com.