Tales from the Winter Meetings: Bobby Valentine
The Baseball Winter Meetings were held in Dallas last week, and I attended -- where I promptly became sick with a seven-day cold. And now here I am, finally getting around to writing about it.
For those who've never been to a Meetings, everyone in baseball is there. Everyone. It's astonishing. I flew in on a Sunday, flew out on a Thursday, and jammed a wealth of experiences and conversations in between.
Since there's too much to tell all in one spot, I'll break it down a series of anecdotes. Today, the new manager of the Red Sox.
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I shook Bobby Valentine's hand and congratulated him on his recent hire.
He was standing, talking with a friend near the front lobby, and I said -- why not? To be honest, I considered the question of "Why not?" for nearly ten minutes, standing frozen around a corner, and then made my approach when another man stepped up to talk with his friend.
The conversation was brief. I said, professionally and politely, "Excuse me" and "Congratulations" and he said "Thank you," and then I walked away.
It was worth it.
For those who've never been to a Meetings, everyone in baseball is there. Everyone. It's astonishing. I flew in on a Sunday, flew out on a Thursday, and jammed a wealth of experiences and conversations in between.
Since there's too much to tell all in one spot, I'll break it down a series of anecdotes. Today, the new manager of the Red Sox.
*
I shook Bobby Valentine's hand and congratulated him on his recent hire.
He was standing, talking with a friend near the front lobby, and I said -- why not? To be honest, I considered the question of "Why not?" for nearly ten minutes, standing frozen around a corner, and then made my approach when another man stepped up to talk with his friend.
The conversation was brief. I said, professionally and politely, "Excuse me" and "Congratulations" and he said "Thank you," and then I walked away.
It was worth it.
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