April 2, 2008 I was named after Tracy Rivers. I was the baby of six children and the two oldest, both boys, suggested to my parents that I be named after our hometown (Omega, GA) sports hero, Tracy Rivers. Tracy signed a baseball for me and my family took pictures of me in my crib with the ball. When I was a little I played in the yard with the ball, not recognizing the importance of the signature. I heard legends about Tracy from my brothers when I was younger, but never met him as he long since moved away.
When I was twelve, I played in a Little League All-Star tournament in Macon, GA. After his professional career, Tracy had something to do with the league there and he heard my name called over the intercom. After the game someone told me that there was someone outside the dugout who wanted to speak to me. I walked up to a man who seemed like a giant to me. Tall and muscular, almost like he was chiseled out of stone. He stuck out his hand to shake mine and told me "I believe you were named after me." I can't remember what I said as I was in total awe.
I'm now 46 years old and would like to find Tracy Rivers and see if I can get another ball signed.