I vividly remember Sept. 29, 2013.
I was working the cramped and antiquated visitors clubhouse at Dodger Stadium, hunting for stories and tidbits on the final day of Todd Helton’s brilliant career.
Helton, age 40, was a bit irascible. I couldn’t blame him. It was an emotional day and everyone wanted a piece of him, including a 22-year-old, rookie third baseman named Nolan Arenado.
Arenado hung out near Helton’s locker, wanting to get a bat signed, wanting to be part of the moment. Eventually, Helton used a few choice words to banish the kid from his presence.