Nick Swisher has renewed my faith in baseball players. For years I’ve thought of most baseball players as being too busy, too focused, or too impressed with their large contracts to pay much attention to the fans. Yesterday I attended the Nick Swisher autograph signing at Sports Express in the Livingston Mall, where I waited almost two hours for my Swishalicious minute.
It was worth it.
Check out the pictures from the event. Swisher is smiling in every single one. He had just played a game, cleaned up and gone from the Bronx to Jersey in time to sit for two hours with a sore biceps (on his signing arm). And he smiled, and talked to fans, and mugged for pictures. I asked how his arm was, and he replied, politely and positively. I think he signed about 500 autographs last night, and even though I was near the end of the line, I didn’t feel short changed at all.
Swisher even adds a moment of clarity to the “pointing to heaven” gesture after a hit: he does it in honor of his grandmother who raised him. It’s certainly not a religious gesture, otherwise how would you explain the Devil’s horns he’s making in my candid with him? He’s a guy who knows where he came from, where he’s going, and how to have fun. Not a bad set of morals for any player.