It happened again today.
There I was minding my own business in the press box at TD Ameritrade Park in Omaha, covering the College World Series. Some would say I’m extremely focused on my work. Others, who know me, would tell you I am completely oblivious to my surroundings.
I had to jump on the elevator so I could meet someone who covering the CWS for the first time. My plan was to grab them outside the elevator, bring them up to the media level, show them where everything is and then jump back onto the elevator so I could head to the field and shoot some photos of the start of the game.
Moving past the security I hopped on the media elevator (which BTW is 10 billion times faster than the old elevator at Rosenblatt). When the door opened on the ground level I saw the guy I was looking for and waved for him to come up with me. Three other people got on the elevator with the person I was waiting for and at first I paid no attention to them.
DING – Door Closes
I finally survey our new friends in the box. Then I notice, “huh, that guy that in the corner is a pretty big dude.”
Then I notice, “huh, he must be here for Texas because he has a burnt orange polo on.”
Then I notice, “huh, that’s a different sort of hat he’s wearing. There’s no team on it…it just says “Rocket”. Continue reading