It was May 1990 and the Red Sox were in town for a weekend series against the Twins. My Dad was a waiter at a downtown restaurant and 3 guys strolled in Saturday night just as the restaurant was getting ready to close. They told my Dad that they really wanted to eat there and that if he could get the cooks to make them each a meal that they'd get him tickets to the Twins/Red Sox game on Sunday. He asked if they played for the Twins and they said "No, we're on the Red Sox." My Dad told them that he had wanted to take his family to Boston soon and wondered if they might be able to get him tickets to game at Fenway. They said "Sure, no problem." He was mostly a casual baseball fan, but told one of the guys that he looked familiar. He said "Yeah, I'm Roger Clemens." My Dad told them to sit down, that if he had to make the food himself, he'd do it. The other two guys were Marty Barrett and John Marzano. About a week or so later, Marty Barrett called our house one evening to set everything up for us. Said he'd have the tickets waiting for us at Will Call. We planned a trip to trip out to Boston for early August. Before the game, my Dad knocked on some door in the stadium and told the clubhouse attendant who we were and to see if we could personally tell Marty Barrett thanks. He let us in the clubhouse and we chatted with Barrett for awhile. It was in a hallway of some sort, not the actual locker room. A few players walked by including Clemens. I said "Hi Roger! Good luck today!" He ignored me.....Barrett said "Don't feel bad, kid....He's pitching today. That's part of his pregame ritual to not talk to ANYONE. He does it to us too!" They game was great. Barrett had provided us with tickets right behing the plate. Clemens pitched a great game and it was on his 28th birthday. Afterwards we went to the players parking lot and got a bunch of autographs including Clemens, Cecil Fielder, Jack Morris....Was a pretty amazing trip for a 13 year old baseball fanatic!