Last Saturday, I shared a Wrigley Field press box experience with my daughter, Maggie Rose. The day underscored the passage of time and felt like a passing of the torch.
For the longest time, it was the only press box where you could enjoy Hawaiian Punch. It was a sad day when the HP disappeared. Even the addition of an elevator to get up there didn’t take away the sting.
Ha...good piece of culinary trivia, Glenn. On this cold day, I had some decaf coffee and Swiss Miss hot chocolate, as well as an Oreo ice cream sandwich, which I downed as I chatted with this year's Daily Northwestern scribes before the game. They politely indulged this old-timer regaling them with stories from the last century, while my daughter managed not to disown me.
Cool story, Matt. I must take issue, however, with your professional collegiality, family relationship notwithstanding. I'm so journalistically competitive that had any of my children been in that press box with me, I would have worked as hard as I could to scoop them!
Congratulations, Matt. You have a lot to be proud of.
You're so goal-driven, I'm surprised you don't have a bucket list.
I had never made the distinction before that there can be rooting in the press box, just no cheering. But couldn't rooting also affect objectivity? I suppose writing a story of which your editor approves more than outweighs that, as far as providing an incentive to be fair. As long as your editor isn't biased himself or herself....
Love this! A day neither of you will ever forget.
Closest she got to the press box before was visiting you in the radio booth, Glenn! I'll always remember that day fondly too.
For the longest time, it was the only press box where you could enjoy Hawaiian Punch. It was a sad day when the HP disappeared. Even the addition of an elevator to get up there didn’t take away the sting.
Ha...good piece of culinary trivia, Glenn. On this cold day, I had some decaf coffee and Swiss Miss hot chocolate, as well as an Oreo ice cream sandwich, which I downed as I chatted with this year's Daily Northwestern scribes before the game. They politely indulged this old-timer regaling them with stories from the last century, while my daughter managed not to disown me.
Very cool.
Cool story, Matt. I must take issue, however, with your professional collegiality, family relationship notwithstanding. I'm so journalistically competitive that had any of my children been in that press box with me, I would have worked as hard as I could to scoop them!
Congratulations, Matt. You have a lot to be proud of.
You're so goal-driven, I'm surprised you don't have a bucket list.
I had never made the distinction before that there can be rooting in the press box, just no cheering. But couldn't rooting also affect objectivity? I suppose writing a story of which your editor approves more than outweighs that, as far as providing an incentive to be fair. As long as your editor isn't biased himself or herself....
Loved this story, so many good thoughts and lines. T
The lede hooked me!!!