When I was 12 I got a team picture with all of their signatures on it and had it in my makeshift scrapbook along with the signatures of all the other players I chased down at the basketball and football games. I used to sneak down the elevator to get down in the tunnels and wait for them to come out of the portal. A few years ago, when my parents were selling their home, I went back to gather up any stuff that I had there that I wanted to keep and that book was nowhere to be found. I had autographs of all the great quarterbacks and basketball players from that era, probably sitting in a desert industry somewhere.