Commentary By Adam Smith
The North Jefferson News
A few weeks ago, I had the chance to be within 40 feet or so from one of my heroes.
Former Beatle Paul McCartney, also known as Macca by his friends (one of which I am not), was playing a benefit concert in Piedmont Park in Atlanta. My fiancee, Lensey, lives across the street from the park, so it was our grand plan to listen to the show from the luxury of her courtyard without having to pay for an $80 ticket.
Unfortunately, all of her neighbors had the same idea. We later walked down and stood on the street, directly behind McCartney’s stage.
When the show was over, McCartney’s bus emerged from under the stage. I was on the phone at the time and Lensey started hitting me in the arm saying, “It’s him, it’s him!”
I turned around just in time to see McCartney standing at the front of the bus waving to all of us cheapskates who didn’t pay the $80 to see him. While everyone else was leaving the show and heading for the Marta station down the street, I was waving and squealing like a school girl.
Granted, I didn’t actually get to meet him in person, but I’ll probably never get that close to a living Beatle again. Sadly, with just Paul and Ringo left, I was as close as I could be to the only living Beatle I’d ever want to meet.
When I was 10 or 11, I had the chance to meet my boyhood hero, Dale Murphy. For those who don’t remember, “Murph” was the centerfielder for the Braves when they were usually found at the bottom rungs of the National League standings. Much like they are today.
He was signing autographs at a hotel in Oxford, Ala., and my dad took me to see him. I remember being extremely nervous and I don’t remember saying anything to him as I handed him my 1988 Donruss baseball card to sign. He shook my trembling, sweaty hand, gave it back to me and said “Thanks for coming out.” I’ll never forget it.
As I sit here writing this column (wearing my Dale Murphy t-shirt nonetheless), it’s a good feeling to know that I’ve met at least one of the heroes in my life and been 40 feet away from another. Some people never get that chance. Others meet their heroes and are sadly disappointed by the behavior of those they admire.
Luckily for me, my all-time favorite heroes are my parents, who I get to see just about every weekend. They never disappoint.
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