Woodstock's Blog Books and other stuff I feel like discussing By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat. |
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2007-05-21 6:26 PM Coors Field Nugget four - A brush with greatness The ceremonial first pitch is a baseball tradition. All kinds of people are chosen to do this, most often at Coors Field the person comes from a group of companies connected with the Rockies in some commercial way, official airline, official this, official that.
But sometimes the person is representing a specific cause or charity. In 1984 at the Olympics held in Los Angeles, the track and field events included a marathon for women for the first time. Joan Benoit was a well known distance runner, but had injured her knee in the months leading up to the Olympics. If I recall correctly, she had arthoscopic surgery, an intensive rehab period, qualified, ran and won. Won going away at that, I don't recall seeing any runners near her as the cameras followed her through the hot muggy streets. A slender woman, wearing jeans, a T shirt and denim jacket, with her short gray hair pulled into a baseball cap came into the reception area the other day and introduced herself as the person to throw the first pitch. I looked at my paperwork and lo and behold, I was talking to Joan Benoit Samuelson! I have never, by any stretch of the imagination, been a jock. But I was proud that day in 1984, that in the first women's marathon, an American woman won decisively, on American soil. I asked if I could shake her hand, and to her obvious surprise, told her I remembered her and was pleased to meet her. Moments like that make a job working for one of the lesser stars in baseball 2007 (to say the least!) worthwhile. Read/Post Comments (4) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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