In light of the story above. I had a young man I mentored in Lubbock during Knight’s time at Tech. His dad was a lawyer that did some work for BN it seems. So I am speaking at a conference in St. Louis and I run into this young man who is also there for the conference. He asks if I want to go the Cards game that night with him as his dad had secured him some tickets because of some dealings with BN. I ain’t no busta so I jump at the chance.
We get to the game, and I ask mentee where our tickets might be. He said “Dad said just go to Will Call window.” Head to Will Call and mentee says his name—she looks down at a sheet and then looks up and says “Who are you guys?” We respond we are just some guys from West Texas. She hands us tickets and keeps staring us down. In we go to the stadium, and we ask an usher near our gate to help us find the seats. He says “Who are you guys?” I started to catch on.
He says we need to follow him and he takes us through this secure area and leads us to front row seats between home plate and third. We sit down and the person a few seats over says “Who are you guys?” Mentee then gets weirded out and calls his dad and asks “What’s up with these seats?” Dad says “Hell if I know. I mentioned to Knight in some meeting you were going to St. Louis and he asked if you wanted to go to the baseball game. I said yes. That is all I know.”
Watch the first inning and interact with people around us. Finally one person asks us how we are related to Tony. Mentee says “Tony who?” Stranger friend says “La Russa dipshit, you are sitting in his family seats that they use when they don’t want to sit in the box.”
Thanks Bobby.