Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.Posted: October 24, 2007
So I’m home waiting for the DIRECTV guy. Oh, don’t worry, he’s coming between 8 a.m. and noon. Yeah, it’s 11:10 right now.
Anyway, the phone rings. It’s my cousin.
“Want to join me at the game tomorrow night?”
Now, keep in mind, when he says ‘game,’ he’s only talking about Game 2 of the World Series featuring my beloved Red Sox. Oh, and the game is at Fenway Park.
“Um, for real? Hell yes,” I say walking to the calendar. “Shit. I can’t. Work function. Wait. Let me think. Give me 30 minutes to figure this out.”
“Ok, but the ticket is gone after 31 minutes.”
First of all, can you imagine how many people get rejected when inviting someone to the World Series? Like zero.
The problem is, we’re going away this weekend, and there are work commitments Thursday and Saturday night. Now, those of you that know Molly works for me are probably saying, well, can’t Molly cover? Well, she’s already covering Saturday night.
Of course, it’s the World Series. And perhaps the last game of the year at Fenway. And Schilling is pitching. And, it’s the World Series. Have I mentioned that?
I hemmed and I hawed. I called a friend for advice.
And, well, here’s my loyalty problem. I feel like I should be at the work thing tomorrow. It’s a pretty big thing. Now, keep in mind, Molly can handle it. And would if I wanted her to. But I feel like I should be there. So I will.
“I can’t go. I can’t do it,” I said, the words barely coming out of my mouth.
“I understand,” he said.
He understands? He’s being polite. He doesn’t understand. Hell, I don’t understand.
Attention bosses as we get ready for this merit review process, your ace publicist just turned down a ticket to the game of a lifetime because of work. That alone is worthy of a raise.
What else? I got nothin’.