I don’t know if this story got attention nation-wide yesterday, but Bob Ryan of the Globe lost his son to an apparently self-inflicted gunshot wound. He was working in Pakistan.
If you know me you know I don’t do too well with celebrities, regardless of how famous they truly are. When I was a freshman in college I saw Bob Ryan on the subway and—as I am prone to do—I freaked out like he was all four Beatles in 1963.
Here’s the gist of the conversation:
Me: Oh my god, you’re Bob Ryan.
Bob Ryan: Yep, that’s me.
Me: Oh my god, you’re the best columnist and I’ve grown up watching you on The Sports Reporters on Sunday morning and you’re the best and I want to write about sports and you’re the best.
Bob Ryan: This is my stop, nice talking to you.
Anyway, Mr. Ryan must be in incredible pain right now. I hope the family is doing okay.