My Brush with Greatness
Back in the 90’s, when
the Rams football team was based at Anaheim Stadium and they
sucked donkey balls, my wife and I were gifted with a pair of tickets
for field-level seats
at the 50-yard line. They were playing the New Orleans Saints and
getting clobbered,
down 21-0 by the end of the first quarter.
I decided to grab some hot dogs and beer so I got up and proceeded to
climb the steps
when I happened to catch a glimpse of someone a few rows up in an aisle
seat that looked
really familiar. As I got closer, I could tell right away it was
Bruce Dern, but he was in
total incognito, wearing a raggedy sweatsuit, shredded ball cap,
mirrored sunglasses and
a really scraggly beard, obviously trying to enjoy a game without being
harassed or noticed.
I got the grub, came back and sat down to tell my wife who was sitting
just a few rows
up from us. She looked casually around and confirmed it was him.
By the third quarter, we‘d had enough torture and decided to bail out
before the traffic jam,
so we got up and started to leave. As we approached Bruce, we
both looked at him and
threw a furtive ‘thumbs-up’. He looked around to make sure no one
was the wiser, then
gave us a huge grin and a double-thumbs-up for not blowing his
cover. The Rams lost 44-6.
Thanks for having one of the best websites around,
I’m a huge fan and look forward to every new posting.
Keep hammering away!!!!
Bob in Mission Viejo, Ca
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