
After a long Monday at the
NACS Convention the show floor finally closed. Every exhibitor who ever grabbed a bat to play ball rushed to one of the few beer booths to watch the Red Sox / Yankees game. As the eighth inning closed, a crowd of over 400 people were gathered infront of the TV... then they cut the power to the screens!
There was a mass exodus to the busses to take us back to our hotels and casinos. I got off at the first stop to continue watching the game. The bus dropped me off infront of the Westin and I hustled next door to
Bourbon Street Casino to watch the game. I figured they'd have a nice big screen TV to finish watching the game. In the time it took me to get there, neither team scored on the field.
I sat down to watch the game and began shooting the shit with this guy from Oklahoma about the rivalry. The waitress brought me a beer on the house! When I had put that Budweiser down the hatch, the waitress brought me a whole bucket of beer! What luck? I'm not gambling or anything. This random guy came walking up to me and asked me what I was doing away from Chicago, but the game was on and I think I answered that "I'm just having a low key evening, trying to watch the game." I don't think I knew him, and it was weird if he knew I was from Chicago with out asking. Weird, right?
So after a few beers, I head to the can. When I come back, there are two Lazy Boy recliners pulled all the way up to the TV. In the other seat was the guy from OK. He waved me over and told me that the seats were for us. At this point... with the game still tied up in the 11th... I was more than happy to get a comfy chair.
Then this guy comes up to me and tells me that a All Talk Radio station was broadcasting from the bar and they wanted to talk to me about the similarities between Chicago & Boston.
Of course, I'm rooting for Boston in this one... The Cubs and the Sox are similar in many respects. They both have great ball fields, great fans, rivalries, & curses. So I walk over to their booth and grab a pair of headphones. They ask me some questions and I give some answers... then I realize that they think I'm some one else! Yes, now I get it. They think I am
Nomar Garciaparra, former Red Sock turned Chicago Cub. As soon as I have that thought, one of the announcers tells me how special it is to have me ("Nomar") as a guest! I covered the microphone and shook my head and said "Dude, I'm not Nomar!" One of them laughed a bit, and the announcer next to me whispered "It doesn't matter, we're getting a great response from this. The board is lit up. We're getting calls!"
I was encouraged to go with it, but I decided I had to get back to the game. When I got back to my comfy chair, I was given a cogniac dipped cigar and a comp ticket for some comedy act (both of which I gave to the guy from OK). I couldn't help but think while I was sitting there, what Nomar is thinking while he sits at home. Did he do the right thing by switching teams midstream? Us Cub Fans were glad to have him this season. He played hard and gave us some hope in our own chase for the division win.
Boston won, and they have continued to win... and they're on the way to the World Series. Curses can be lifted if they aren't given any mind. When it comes down to it, its about teamwork and the independent achievement of a batter at a plate.