That's nice. He was a complete jerk to me as a 13 year old kid at Spring Training in 1975 in Tucson, Arizona when he played for Cleveland. Rainy, cold day and he couldn't even muster enough energy to acknowledge my existence, even though he was a hero of mine when he was in Baltimore. Of course, Frank Robinson was the manager and was a jerk, but he's always been a jerk.
As a comparison, Hark Aaron was playing spring training there also and stood out there for a long time giving everyone autographs. I wish I still had his, but just goes to show you what kind of impression these guys make on you, especially when you are a kid.
I couldn't care less whether they acknowledge me now.