September 9, 2001.
To most people that day was just a normal Sunday afternoon two days before one of the biggest events in United States history.
But to me that Sunday afternoon was the day I met my childhood hero Tony Gwynn.
Growing up in San Diego there were no athletes that meant more to the city than Gwynn and the Chargers Junior Seau.
As a youngster who played baseball I idolized Gwynn and even tried to emulate his swing, I watched him play thousands of time in person at Jack Murphy, then Qualcomm Stadium and on television.