A brush with greatness...
Today I breathed the same air as a former baseball great. I ate charred bacon from the same skillet as a member of the 3000 hit club ate his charred bacon. Today, a left-handed power hitting 3rd baseman said, "excume me" as he passed by. I saw George Brett today while out to lunch at The Peanut (50th and Main). He was relaxing, I guess. He was hanging out playing cards with friends. He actually had to wait for a table... and he graciously waited for his table. He is cool.

I can remember those days when George played. The matted sweaty hair. The gooey tar bat. His taped bare hands (no batting glove). I was at the game that afternoon when he hit the .401 mark. I was 10. He was God. He stood there on 2nd base to a standing ovation. He removed his helmut and raised his arm. I still get chills thinking about that day.

I saw George Brett today.