George Scott. In 1967 I was a 10 year old kid who was lucky enough to be on the midway staircase landing to the Sox dugout courtesy of the team's traveling secretary who my dad knew. He asked me who I wanted to meet the most and I told him Yaz. So 24 players filtered passed me and basically ignored me,
even when prompted by the secretary as I still remember him calling out to Carl 3 times. All except George Scott who spent 5 minutes with us and even gave me tips on my baseball swing and made it a great experience.