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It was around 1 p.m. today. I was enjoying some salty, stale nachos with not enough cheese sauce on the ramp up to the Wrigely upper deck while my friend enjoyed a cancer stick. A light drizzle sprayed through the chain-link fence, covering me in a cool dampness unexpected but appreciated in the throes of another Midwest August.
Beyond the inclement weather, it was a day like most others. A beer in my hand. A red hat on my head. Completely stupid Cubs fans stumbling by, mumbling incoherently about Nomar and what will happen "when we put it togther."
But then something happened that made this day unlike all others. He appeared first out of the corner of my eye, marching confidently and triumphantly toward the upper deck. A large ring glistened on his hand. A large bald spot glistened on his head. An all-access pass dangled from his neck. The white hair, the round face; I knew instantly who was approaching me.
I raised my beer cup. I let out a ringing, half-drunken "Go Cards!" The reply came instantly, routinely and slightly annoyed: "How you doin'?" There was a wave, I promise you. It was slight, but to this young boy, meaningful.
And for one moment -- one fleeting, blessed moment on the north side of Chicago in August, all was right in my world. I felt as if the mysteries of the universe had suddenly been unlocked before me.
For at that moment, my friends, I knew precisely, and without any doubt, Where Walt Was.
My life may never be the same.
Thank you.
Beyond the inclement weather, it was a day like most others. A beer in my hand. A red hat on my head. Completely stupid Cubs fans stumbling by, mumbling incoherently about Nomar and what will happen "when we put it togther."
But then something happened that made this day unlike all others. He appeared first out of the corner of my eye, marching confidently and triumphantly toward the upper deck. A large ring glistened on his hand. A large bald spot glistened on his head. An all-access pass dangled from his neck. The white hair, the round face; I knew instantly who was approaching me.
I raised my beer cup. I let out a ringing, half-drunken "Go Cards!" The reply came instantly, routinely and slightly annoyed: "How you doin'?" There was a wave, I promise you. It was slight, but to this young boy, meaningful.
And for one moment -- one fleeting, blessed moment on the north side of Chicago in August, all was right in my world. I felt as if the mysteries of the universe had suddenly been unlocked before me.
For at that moment, my friends, I knew precisely, and without any doubt, Where Walt Was.
My life may never be the same.
Thank you.
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