I had the honor of meeting Andre at a charity softball game about 25 years ago. Until you see someone like him in the flesh you cannot fathom the sheer size of the man. My head came to the middle of his chest. His pinky was bigger than my thumb. When he shook my hand, mine disappeared in his. When he held a bat, it looked like a twig.
What I’ll remember the most was a soft-spoken, gracious, engaging man . . . not at all what I expected.
You are a lucky man. As a young child in the late 1970s he was my hero!