He was shy as he approached me in the stands following the Cubs game the other night. He looked at his hands, which were holding a stack of business cards. He looked onto the now-Cubs-less baseball field where the grounds crew had started to water down the infield. He looked everywhere but at me.
"I have this website," he began, still not making eye contact. "It's about the Cubs."
If this was a different era, maybe the 1960s, I think his opening line might've been, "I have a band."
But I digress.
"I'm trying to get World Series tickets," he stammered. I looked around and saw there was no posse of friends to support this shy guy. My heart hurt for him in his solitary quest.
"If you click on the website, I get money," he said quietly as he handed me a business card. I looked at it and discovered that my awkward fellow baseball fan was blessed with a name more suited to rodeos than baseball diamonds.
He didn't ask for my name. In fact, as I looked up from reading his rather basic business card, he was quickly walking away, relieved of the torture of a face-to-face meeting with a complete stranger.
So, folks, I'm asking you to help Colton in his quest for World Series tickets. No financial committment required, just a moment of your web-surfing time.
Go to: www.kidscub.blogspot.com
Oh, did I mention that this quiet entrepreneur is about 10 years old?
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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