3300 blog
entries in, all I can say is I’m glad this isn’t a gambling addiction.
Just ask Pete
Rose. Or better yet, I will.
Cut to two
weeks ago, and while I was in Mammoth, I got a call from my friend Ted. Ted’s
a big-time banker, and one of the perks of being a multi-millionaire is that he
can pay to have fancy dinner guests. He and a few coworkers pooled their money and had Pete Rose join them in New York.
Ted called me
in the afternoon in Mammoth and told me to stay by my phone. I didn’t mention it to anyone
with me in the condo that I was going to get a call from Pete. I just
figured I’d put him on speaker phone and surprise everyone.
It got very interesting, waiting for the call. The giant magnet kicked in (you know the one – something you casually mentioned pops up in reality soon after), and as we were watching an
NBA game, my brother compared a player to of all people: Pete Rose. For real. Then Pete
called, and after the crazy of the moment subsided, he was super nice and we had a
great chat. Really good guy.
Thank you, Ted. It was a total thrill.
