My Brush with Greatness
I was with my son
seeing a movie at the Esquire theater.
He was about 6, the year was 1991, and in the middle of the movie,
of course my son had to go to the bathroom.
Him being so young, I wasn't going to
send him out by himself.
So we left our seats and I walked him to the Men's Room.
On the way there, in the deserted lobby standing at the candy counter,
stood Bob Costas.
We passed him, but before we got to the bathroom, I stopped. No telling
when I'd ever
get the chance again, so I turned us both around and approached Costas.
I introduced myself and my son, and he immediately began chatting with
my SON, sort of
ignoring me and my ack-ack-ack starstruck nervousness. Costas' son
Keith (named after
Keith Hernandez) was exactly my son's age, and they chatted about
baseball.
Tony was on a Little League team, and
Costas asked him a few questions and told him
about his son. Then we left him to his snacks.
If he got any enjoyment out of my Brush With Greatness, it was only
because
he was focusing on my son, and not the boring adult father with him.
BeatnikBob
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