Not a whole lot going on with the Cubs right now, and I don't feel like talking about the Big Ten in bowl games.
So this is a story I put up a couple years ago.
It's a true story.
And with the drawing and the headline you already know what happens, so if you're busy I don't mind if you go do that.
Rick Sutcliffe won a Cy Young just 2 years before.
I'd taken a job at Leo Burnett ad agency, which at the time was in the old Prudential Building.
I had some friends there already, and they helped show me the ropes early on.
One thing was this: "Watch out because sometimes the elevator doors slam shut." (Any Burnetters from back then - you can back me up on this.)
You know that "radar" that elevators have so that if you're halfway in and the doors start to close, they sense you and open back up? These elevators didn't always do that.
And once you saw those doors slam, it was scary enough to give you serious pause.
So, if you arrived and saw that the elevator doors were already open and there was a group of people in there, well, you missed your window and you did NOT try to get on.
Also, it was a tall building.
You had to get in the elevator that was designed to stop at your group of floors.
For instance if it stopped at floors 41 thru 50 and you were on floor 50, you had to stop at all 9 floors before 50 to let people off and it took for EVER.
That was my elevator situation, and it was the worst.
The solution was to go up in the elevators at odd times - early or late - when giant crowds wouldn't be waiting for the elevators.
On this particular day I chose the late option.
I get on the elevator with only a couple people on and push my floor.
Dum de dum, just waiting to go up.
And here comes Rick Sutcliffe.
Walking towards the elevator.
As random and weird as anything you'd ever see.
The Big Good Lookin' Redhead, as Harry used to say, in my building.
I am dumbstruck thinking what the hell would Rick Sutcliffe be doing at the Prudential Building when suddenly he rushes forward to stop the elevator and puts his freaking pitching arm in the lethal death trap space between the doors.
I scream, "NOOOOO!" and he pulls back just as the doors shut.
The whole deal took maybe 6 seconds.
Now I can't remember exactly but during the ride up, probably somebody said, "Man. That was Rick SUTcliffe!"
Probably, that was me.
I won't take credit for any of his wins after that, even though... well, I don't want to think about what might have happened.
I did see him in the stands at a Bulls game later that year. He was signing some autographs and I thought... I could go over and introduce myself as the yelling guy in the elevator, but I didn't.
However... HEY RICK!
You out there?
If you read this, that was me.