The guys at VINE LINE got me a pass to the convention.
So I was walking around feeling like, you know, a member of the press.
There were a billion Cub Fans all in the one hotel, and they all want to get autographs.
Lines were everywhere.
The autograph thing?
Thought I was simply above it.
Then suddenly I'm 10 feet from Michael Barrett, and I think well, why not?
So I joined the throng.
When I'm about 3 feet from him, a tiny 90 year old woman with plastic, blinking Cub ear rings does a total Richard Dent swim move and ends up in front of me, and then she's giving me the evil eye like how dare I invade her space.
Now I feel creepy, so I turn away autographless.
As I'm worming out, three 8 year olds take my place like Cub Fan osmosis.
What was I thinking?
Some time I'll tell my Morgan Freeman story - really REALLY embarassing.