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So, the Convention.
I'm pretty old.
Nothin' like walking around a roomful of Cubs to put me right back at the kid's table.
We didn't mess with autographs, just ran around from place to place and looked and listened.
Saturday, the big day, Wyatt and I got all the way to the front door before I realized I forgot the neck-i.d. things you're supposed to wear.
"I'm so DUMB!"
Wyatt says, "Not dumb, dad - forgetful."
Okay, so we were late.
We went to this drawing-game with "legends" vs. "current" players.
One of the legends was Bill Buckner - I was totally amazed at the cojones since, well I can only imagine what some people might say to the guy.
Totally admire him for showing up.
Sunday, Em and I went to this q&a thing with young studs Tyler Colvin, Rocky Roquet, Jeff Samardzija, Director of Scouting Tim Wilkin, EVP of Player Personnel Oneri Fleita, and hosted by Dave Otto.
Of course Samardzija got the most questions, and one a little kid asked - do you still play football with your friends - got a pretty big laugh.
I couldn't think of any questions for Oneri or Tim, who both seem like no-nonsense, smart guys.
Anyway, the Cubs Convention is really fun, and you should go if you can.
Now, Pack vs. Giants.
It was warmer here in Chicago, and all I had to do was take out the garbage.
Got half way through our yard and just...dropped the bag.
Ran back inside.
That kind of cold is from a monster movie.
And Old Man Favre - he just looked like the monster ate him right up.
Now it's Brady vs. The Wrong Manning.