"Member" of an elite group

Don't give me any crap about not posting for a while. I had a very busy week.

My busy week included one of the best sports experiences of my life. I managed to get a ticket to sit in the Houston Chronicle luxury suite at the Astros game Sunday. All the free food you can eat. (wings, burgers, nachos, frito pie, hot dogs) All the beer and soda you can drink. (right on)

The day got even better when I found out the Astros were going to retire Jeff Bagwell's number that day. The ceremony was incredible.

In about the fourth inning, I look over about four boxes to my left and I see Jeff Bagwell, Mike Scott and Clyde Drexler (all Houston sports legends).

A little later I go to the restroom across the hall from the suite. Just as I was finishing my business, a guy comes to the urinal next to me. (there were only two urinals, don't freak out) I look up and see none other than Jeff Bagwell himself. I am urinating next to a Houston legend and future hall-of-famer.

On the day that Jeff Bagwell's No. 5 was put into Astros history books, I was literally a couple of feet from a "member" of an elite group.

No, I didn't get to see his actual "member", so I don't know how big it is or whether it is shaven or not. So don't ask. Yes, people have actually asked me this already.