I remember being 8 years old and going to the Astrodome to see the Houston Astros play.
While I was there, my father pointed out to me a young rookie whose name I pronounced as Craig Biggie-o. I would be corrected realizing his name was pronounced Bid-gee-o.
He played catcher with a, not surprising, struggling Astros squad.
Biggio only played 50 games and batted .211 in 1988.
He played three different positions - catcher, second base and outfield.
He was a seven-time All-Star, and he won four National League Gold Glove awards as a second baseman.
I don't know how many people are going to remember what an important part of baseball history this man should be.
He was never the center of attention. He was never considered a MVP candidate in any of his 20 seasons. He never was among any home run races.
You never saw a huge ego when it came to Biggio.
He always looked to be a man of class showing respect to his coaches, the media, and his teammates.
Biggio was a leader. He knew that baseball was a team sport. It was never all about him. He saw himself as a member of a team.
I look back to the days when he was a part of the original "Killer Bs."
Introduced in 1996, the crew consisted of Biggio and sluggers Jeff Bagwell and Derek Bell.
Although Bagwell called it a career in 2006 and Bell moved to the New York Mets in 1999, the now famous swarming bee sound effect would still be played for other batters who made an impact with the Astros whose last name happened to start with a B.
Other batters such as Lance Berkman, Sean Berry and Carlos Beltran also became members of the Killer Bs, but like sequels to a movie, nothing is like the original.
Biggio was known for his speed, stealing 414 bases in his career. His career best, 50, came during what was arguably his best season when he batted .325 with 20 home runs and 88 RBIs.
Something else that he was known for was getting hit by pitches. He finished his career with 285 - three shy of breaking the all-time record that is 103 years old.
However, in the modern era, Biggio holds that record.
I loved that he never lost his cool despite getting hit over and over again.
I don't see how any pitcher is able to accomplish that. At 5-feet-11 and 185 pounds, he was far from an easy target.
Maybe pitchers just did that to see if he was capable of charging the mound.
I have to respect someone who can walk away from a sticky situation, although seeing base-clearing brawls is something I can enjoy every now and then.
As a big Astros fan, I should be ashamed of myself for the event that happened on June 28, 2007.
Biggio was four hits away from making the infamous 3,000 hit club.
I did not think for a second that he would get there that day. Also, it was the day of the NBA draft.
I don't like to miss that, because I love seeing if anything unpredictable occurs during that event.
What turned out to be unpredictable was Biggio's outstanding batting performance that night.
Fellow writer, Jeff Tucker, gave me a call to let me know that he was at 2,999 hits and he was at bat.
After the shame that sunk in for not believing that Biggio would not hit 3,000 on that day, I immediately put on the game.
I got to see him hit 3,000 just in time.
It was a moment I will remember, because I lost it.
I tend to get a little emotional when I see something great happen on television when it comes to sports.
This was a big deal to me as a fan. And to think, I almost missed it.
During the 2005 season, when Houston made the World Series, I had hoped that he would get his World Series title. Of course, I was distraught when they got swept by the Chicago White Sox, but I don't want to write about that. It'll only depress me.
There will never be another baseball player that exemplifies the class and poise that engulfs Biggio.
Sure, there will be other baseball players wearing Astros uniforms that will have better seasons than him.
Maybe someday, another player will have the same class and consistency that this potential first-year Hall of Famer had.
I'm not going to be holding my breath, though.
Biggio played with the same team throughout his entire career.
I don't believe any of us will ever see that again.
Playing for the same team for more than 10 years, these days, is about as impossible as Pete Rose getting into the Hall of Fame.
In a sports world where egos, high-priced contracts, and illegal substances dominate, it was so good to see a baseball player who avoided all that and stuck with the team he knew he belonged to.
Seeing him almost well up in tears Sunday afternoon as closer Dave Borkowski pitched in the ninth inning against the Atlanta Braves was such a good moment for me.
I saw a player who showed how much he is going to miss the game he dreamed about playing as a little kid.
Seeing him not want to go to the clubhouse after the game ended showed how much he cared about this sport, and as a fan it makes me realize how much the sport is going to miss such a class act.