Bobby's Steve Sighting...Pics posted
Jul 22, 2005 22:40:24 GMT -5
Post by arden on Jul 22, 2005 22:40:24 GMT -5
Reprinted with permission...Thanks, Bobby!!
Thought this would be of interest to somebody...
My wife and I went to the Giants / Dodgers game at Dodger stadium yesterday (the 16th). We were fortunate enough to have REALLY good seats. We were in what is called the Dugout Club - the folks that sit directly behind home plate when you watch a game on TV. In fact, the game was broadcast nationally on FOX, and my wife and I can be seen every time they show the shot from the center field camera toward home plate.
Well, we've never had seats that good before in our lives. With this in mind, we took the obligatory cell phone so that we could wave to our kids / friends from the TV screen. (C'mon, everyone does it). However, for just wanting to have a memory of our view from those seats, I also took my video camera and my Rebel 35mm camera for some up close shots of the field and the players. What a great day.
In about the fourth inning, someone had hit a foul ball into the stands, and I had turned around to watch it. And out of the corner of my eye, my eye caught (sorry, Steve) "that profile". I immediately did a double take to get a direct look, and there he was. I only saw him for a second as he went bounding down the stairs into the clubhouse for something, but I saw him CLEARLY.
I turned to my wife and said, "I just saw Steve Perry!"
She said, "No way!"
"I just saw him go down the steps. There's no doubt that was him."
Now I know the guy's a baseball fan. He was on the news at the world series a few years ago. That other fan met him at a Giants game a year or so ago. I know he's out there.
So I kept looking over my shoulder from time to time, and about five minutes later, lo and behold. Here he comes back up the steps holding a giant Coke cup. He sat down about fifteen feet away from me between some man and two young boys about the ages of 8 and 10. I'd say the kids were the sons of the man Steve was with, but he definitely knew them because he kept spraying his spritzer bottle in their faces. (It was about 100 degrees down there).
Now it just so happens that I like to keep score when I go to baseball games, but they always give you, like, a crummy golf pencil to keep score with, so I was smart enough to have brought my own pen from home. And before we got to our seats, I had purchased a program. So let's keep score: I have a program, a pen, a VIDEO CAMERA and a regular CAMERA. I am loaded for bear.
Well, not wanting to bug the guy, I did point the video camera at him a couple of times just to have the sighting on record, and I think I took one picture.
What was pretty cool though was that he was definitely a Giants fan. When someone would come up to the plate, he would yell out "C'mon, Feliz. Bring him home!" in that high tenor voice of his. It sounded just like the guy who used to yell "Thank you, we love you!" That's when my wife said, "God, that really IS him."
Now, he wasn't totally recognizable. When I showed the video footage to my wife's sister (when we got home), she said "That's Steve Perry?" He was dressed in shorts, a grey t-shirt of some kind and a Giants hat. But in the back of the Giants hat, he had a long white cloth of some kind hanging out of it to keep the sun of his neck - shiek-like. His face was kind of obscured in the shadow of all he had going on, but that profile (again, sorry Steve) and that voice... Definitely him.
So, I kept a glance on him every once in a while. This guy is a VETERAN baseball game goer. Whenever a foul ball went flying over our heads into the stands, he wouldn't even turn around to watch. I guess after the first few thousand, it's just a strain on the neck.
During the sixth inning, I turned and noticed that the man and the kids were gone. He was sitting alone, by himself. I turned to my wife and said, "There's no way I'm letting this pass by."
I had met him once before in about '98 while he was time-compressing "I Stand Alone" for the video. I didn't really talk to him, but I hung in the area he was in to watch him work and talk to folks for about an hour. He did ask where the bathroom was, and I told him. To date that was my closest brush to greatness. I wasn't gonna blow this. I took my pen that I had brought (thank god), grabbed my program and made my way over. I didn't know what I was gonna get 'cause I've heard from other sources that he doesn't like pictures, sometimes doesn't like to be bothered, etc.
So I went over and said,
"I'm sorry, I forget. Do you sign autographs?"
His eyes lit up, and he said, "Sure! Absolutely."
He reached for my program and pen and said, "Who do I make it out to?"
"I'm Bobby." I told him.
He flipped the thing over and started to write "To Bobby, Steve P..."
But the back of the program was like magazine paper, and the ink from the pen wouldn't flow too great.
"Ah, I wish you had a marker," he told me.
"I know, that's all I have,"
He then began flipping through the program to find somewhere else to sign.
I grew up near San Francisco, so I was there to see the Giants as well as him. I told him, "I'm glad to see that you're wearing the right colors." (Giants) He laughed.
He then found the scorecard section in the middle which was made of a light cardboard type of paper. He began again and wrote:
"To Bobby,
Steve Perry
Journey"
"There you go."
"Hey, thanks so much," I said.
"You're welcome."
I extended my hand, which he shook, and I said, "Hey man, we really miss you."
"Oh, thank you." He smiled, and I left him alone.
As I got back to my seat, my wife said, "I took three pictures." Haven't seen them yet. I hope they turn out.
Anyway, I'm lucky enough to have met the man TWICE now. And this time was lucky enough to have documented it three ways - video, photo, autograph.
Great day. Too bad the Giants lost...
Bobby
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Thought this would be of interest to somebody...
My wife and I went to the Giants / Dodgers game at Dodger stadium yesterday (the 16th). We were fortunate enough to have REALLY good seats. We were in what is called the Dugout Club - the folks that sit directly behind home plate when you watch a game on TV. In fact, the game was broadcast nationally on FOX, and my wife and I can be seen every time they show the shot from the center field camera toward home plate.
Well, we've never had seats that good before in our lives. With this in mind, we took the obligatory cell phone so that we could wave to our kids / friends from the TV screen. (C'mon, everyone does it). However, for just wanting to have a memory of our view from those seats, I also took my video camera and my Rebel 35mm camera for some up close shots of the field and the players. What a great day.
In about the fourth inning, someone had hit a foul ball into the stands, and I had turned around to watch it. And out of the corner of my eye, my eye caught (sorry, Steve) "that profile". I immediately did a double take to get a direct look, and there he was. I only saw him for a second as he went bounding down the stairs into the clubhouse for something, but I saw him CLEARLY.
I turned to my wife and said, "I just saw Steve Perry!"
She said, "No way!"
"I just saw him go down the steps. There's no doubt that was him."
Now I know the guy's a baseball fan. He was on the news at the world series a few years ago. That other fan met him at a Giants game a year or so ago. I know he's out there.
So I kept looking over my shoulder from time to time, and about five minutes later, lo and behold. Here he comes back up the steps holding a giant Coke cup. He sat down about fifteen feet away from me between some man and two young boys about the ages of 8 and 10. I'd say the kids were the sons of the man Steve was with, but he definitely knew them because he kept spraying his spritzer bottle in their faces. (It was about 100 degrees down there).
Now it just so happens that I like to keep score when I go to baseball games, but they always give you, like, a crummy golf pencil to keep score with, so I was smart enough to have brought my own pen from home. And before we got to our seats, I had purchased a program. So let's keep score: I have a program, a pen, a VIDEO CAMERA and a regular CAMERA. I am loaded for bear.
Well, not wanting to bug the guy, I did point the video camera at him a couple of times just to have the sighting on record, and I think I took one picture.
What was pretty cool though was that he was definitely a Giants fan. When someone would come up to the plate, he would yell out "C'mon, Feliz. Bring him home!" in that high tenor voice of his. It sounded just like the guy who used to yell "Thank you, we love you!" That's when my wife said, "God, that really IS him."
Now, he wasn't totally recognizable. When I showed the video footage to my wife's sister (when we got home), she said "That's Steve Perry?" He was dressed in shorts, a grey t-shirt of some kind and a Giants hat. But in the back of the Giants hat, he had a long white cloth of some kind hanging out of it to keep the sun of his neck - shiek-like. His face was kind of obscured in the shadow of all he had going on, but that profile (again, sorry Steve) and that voice... Definitely him.
So, I kept a glance on him every once in a while. This guy is a VETERAN baseball game goer. Whenever a foul ball went flying over our heads into the stands, he wouldn't even turn around to watch. I guess after the first few thousand, it's just a strain on the neck.
During the sixth inning, I turned and noticed that the man and the kids were gone. He was sitting alone, by himself. I turned to my wife and said, "There's no way I'm letting this pass by."
I had met him once before in about '98 while he was time-compressing "I Stand Alone" for the video. I didn't really talk to him, but I hung in the area he was in to watch him work and talk to folks for about an hour. He did ask where the bathroom was, and I told him. To date that was my closest brush to greatness. I wasn't gonna blow this. I took my pen that I had brought (thank god), grabbed my program and made my way over. I didn't know what I was gonna get 'cause I've heard from other sources that he doesn't like pictures, sometimes doesn't like to be bothered, etc.
So I went over and said,
"I'm sorry, I forget. Do you sign autographs?"
His eyes lit up, and he said, "Sure! Absolutely."
He reached for my program and pen and said, "Who do I make it out to?"
"I'm Bobby." I told him.
He flipped the thing over and started to write "To Bobby, Steve P..."
But the back of the program was like magazine paper, and the ink from the pen wouldn't flow too great.
"Ah, I wish you had a marker," he told me.
"I know, that's all I have,"
He then began flipping through the program to find somewhere else to sign.
I grew up near San Francisco, so I was there to see the Giants as well as him. I told him, "I'm glad to see that you're wearing the right colors." (Giants) He laughed.
He then found the scorecard section in the middle which was made of a light cardboard type of paper. He began again and wrote:
"To Bobby,
Steve Perry
Journey"
"There you go."
"Hey, thanks so much," I said.
"You're welcome."
I extended my hand, which he shook, and I said, "Hey man, we really miss you."
"Oh, thank you." He smiled, and I left him alone.
As I got back to my seat, my wife said, "I took three pictures." Haven't seen them yet. I hope they turn out.
Anyway, I'm lucky enough to have met the man TWICE now. And this time was lucky enough to have documented it three ways - video, photo, autograph.
Great day. Too bad the Giants lost...
Bobby
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