Playing the Game of Life
As baseball season heats up, I am reminded of the days I worked as a Sales Manager at the Holiday Inn Metrodome in Minneapolis. It was an exciting time as the Twins were on their way to winning the World Series that year. One of my accounts was the New York Yankees who stayed with us whenever they played the Twins. One morning as several of us employees filed into work, a gentleman was getting his shoes shined. He asked, "Where's everyone going?" I punched him in the arm and said, "Some people have to work in this world, Bucko." He laughed and asked me my name. That evening my brother came to town to go to the Yankees/Twins game. As we were walking across the hotel lobby, the man who had been sitting in the shoeshine stand earlier waved and said, "Hi Trace." My brother was flabbergasted and exclaimed, "How the heck do you know him?"