With the Pirates picking Dallas McPherson up off of waivers yesterday, I was reminded of a chance encounter I had with Dave Littlefield back in 2003. It was the spring of 2003, perhaps late May or early June, and the computer guy at my "day job" and I went to Smallman Street Deli for lunch.
There we were, two nerds huddled around a table built on a barrel, chomping down on deliciously lean corned beef on rye with mustard and a pickle on the side. At first, I saw the hair. It was magnificently styled and perfectly brushed. It must have preceded him into every room, like an advance scout. The next thing I remember seeing is the suit. It was an extremely sharp gray suit. Perfectly tailored. And then the rest of Dave Littlefield walked into the deli.