I was taking food up to J.G. and Gabe in the press box/announcing booth when Andy did his super burnout. I was so wowed that I tripped and completely wiped out on the stairs, scattering chicken tenders and fries everywhere... so I ran around the stairwell, picked it all up, put it back in the little paper baskets, and took it on to the guys. I made full disclosure, but they still ate it--as I knew they would.
The moral of the story is that just as you always expected, publishing is full of glamorous behind-the-scenes stories. Glad you liked the issue--we really do have fun putting them out.
Margie
edit: I know it was Andy, but had a brain fart and typed "Denny." Stupid weekend brain-death.
