I’m about to make a short story long but please bear with me as this may very well be my 15 minutes of near fame.
A couple of months ago I was standing near a set of stairs waiting for my family to finish in the rest room after a phillie union game. I was checking my phone as people do. I was suddenly bumped sending my phone flying from my grasp on to the concrete floor face down. When I picked it up I noticed two things. My screen was shattered and Chris Albright was the one that bumped me. I had no words. I was just happy to not have said “hey, you’re Chris Albright.” He said, “did I do that?” I could only nod. “I owe you a phone, what’s your number?”
Some how I was able to gather myself long enough to give him my digits. He called me immediately. “there now you have my number too. I’ll be in touch.”
After a day I got to thinking that a total replacement of my older phone was unnecessary. I took it to be repaired at the mall and texted him that day.
“Hi, my name is joy monkey. I was the lucky one to have the phone knocked out of my hand as you passed me yesterday. You were so gracious to offer me a new phone. Not necessary. The phone works fine and I have made an appointment to have the screen repaired today. We are 4th year season ticket holders. My son was in the restroom at the time of the incident. Is there anyway that we could get a photo with you at a future game? Thanks for making a perfect ending to the most exciting home game of the season. Only thing better would have been 3 points.”
My new best friend responded thusly:
“Elizabeth, again I apologize and you’re really sweet to not hold me to my promise. I’d be happy to have your family on the sideline pregame at a home game to watch warmups and get pictures. It’s the least I can do. Hopefully we can bring you and all the other loyal fans better results in the future. Just reach out to me the week of the game you’d like to get on the field and I’ll make it happen. Hope you’re well and your phone is in better shape. Chris Albright”
So last night was the night. We told the kids nothing. I celebrated the ride and what was to come by a play list of musicals….cuz that’s how we do. Instead of going to our seats, we waited where bestie told me to. When I caught sight of him I did that weird little girl wave. The one where your hand stays down at your thigh. He walked us down to the sideline took a pic and was off. It was…..perfect.
The night was made perfect by the fact that I got this shot of my sweet Henry. Insert sigh here.