In honor of the terrible "42" film, I'll re-tell my best Brooklyn Dodgers tale.
When working in Brooklyn several years ago, I needed to get some lunch. There was a KFC right off the road. Went in there and ordered a meal. After passing my money through the bullet-proof revolving wall, I received my chicken and biscuits through the lock-down security measures. While this was happening, a black woman was screaming at the employees with her two young daughters. Calling them "nigge**" and generally upset about her not getting extra meal options. As I sat down to eat my food, across the street, I could see the Ebbets Field base. Now furnished with apartment complex looming over me. I had no idea that it was there. Kind of sat there in awe, wishing there was more substance to the remaining portion. My partner at the time just said, "What's Ebbets Field?"
It was then when I absorbed the entire spectacle before me in. I was eating KFC next to racist people, right where Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier.
I learned more that day than anything this terrible biopic taught me.
