"I remember working for $9 an hour in the Twins ticket office during the 1997 off-season when Knoblauch tapped on my window and asked if I had four quarters for his dollar so he could plug a nearby parking meter. I told him I had just three quarters and he said 'give me whatever you got.' So we traded and Knoblauch went on his merry way.
A few months later when the Yankees came to town to mark Knoblauch's return to Minnesota, a message came up from the Yankees traveling secretary to me that Mr. Knoblauch needed his quarter I owed him. A millionaire worried about a quarter? That's the Chucker I came to know."
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