Gabe Kapler is the man. Seriously. I'm having lunch with some co-workers this afternoon at a place with a few outdoor tables. All of a sudden, I see Gabe freaking Kapler walk into the Chipotle that was next door. The only piece of paper I could scrounge up was an old parking ticket from one of the chicks I was with. It didn't matter. I had to get his autograph. I wouldn't be a legitimate blogger if I didn't do it.
Walking up to him was a little weird as he was half deep into his chicken burrito. He had it loaded with green tabasco sauce. Here's the exchange:
Me (whispering): "Excuse me...you're Gabe Kapler right? (He was shorter than I thought...I had to be sure)"
Gabe: (nods his head).
Me: "Sorry to interrupt your burrito...but could I get an autograph?"
Gabe: "Sure."
Me: (Sheepishly handing him a parking ticket) "Uhhh...this is all I have...sorry."
Gabe: "No problem man."
Me: (As he signs): "It's great to have a guy like you on the team."
Gabe: "Thanks for your support."
And that was that. I head back to my table. Later Gabe came walking out...wearing jeans and sandals...and walked right by us on the way to his mercedes. Both of my female co-workers said they would do him.
Gabe Kapler is now my 7th favorite Brewer of all time. It's become clear we have several things in common:
-Chicks dig us
-We both take care of our bodies
-We were both excellent baseball players in our prime
-We both rock out Chipotle
I've got a feeling Gabe is going to have one hell of a series against the Phillies.
