I got a phone call from my buddy Monday night.
"Take a guess who's sitting in front of me at the Cubs game right now?"
"Someone sweet I'm guessing."
"Mark Cuban."
"Make sure to get a picture."
And thus it went from there. My friend ended up getting what he called a "great picture."
But alas, I have stuck this image, courtesy of TBL in the post. Why you ask? Long story short, someone he was with has the picture on an digital camera in their possession, minus a chord to hook it up to a computer. I suppose that's what I get for relying on a friend's cousin's friend. (Literally.) Instead of sitting on this another day or two, I decided to throw his first-hand account after the jump. Better to keep it fresh and relevant, I suppose. If I ever get a hold of the picture, I'll make sure to update this post. (
UPDATE: I have pictures now. The one up top and one more after the jump.)
So follow along after the jump for yet another tale of Cuban being one altogether amicable guy. It's not all that mind-blowing, but hey, it's not everyday you run into a billionaire NBA owner sitting in the bleachers at Wrigley Field, no?