My Missed Opportunity to Possibly Learn Who Deep Throat Was
In between innings I saw someone walking in our direction along the aisle.
“Hey, there’s Carl Bernstein,” I said.
“You’re right, it’s Carl Bernstein.”
He walked past.
He smiled and nodded. We grinned at each other and watched him disappear into the right field corner. We looked at each other is disbelief.
“Oh man! We should have asked him who Deep Throat was!”