Customer comes into my shop today for a triple mocha and a blueberry muffin, pays with a Visa card. I check the name because I always check the name, say, "Any relation to Cameron?" She smiles brightly, "He's my husband."
I explain how cool this is, being that I had made Cameron a sandwich when working at a different coffee shop the year he was drafted out of high school, and that I am most likely Asheville's biggest Astros fan, and that he in Game 2 of the 2017 World Series had one of the most consequential base hits in the franchise's history. I am basically geeking out.
She says she told him before the game started that he needed to steal a base so that everybody could get free Doritos Locos Tacos. I thanked her.
Later, leaving the gym, I got to tell the cute girl at the front desk who calls herself "the future Mrs. Bregman" that I met someone who knows him, and have thus become a very important person in her life.
Cameron is still a free agent. His wife, Courtney, who is a lovely person who attended North Henderson High School here in WNC, and who drives a flashy little thing with preposterous rims, told me they don't really care where he winds up as long as it's not the West Coast. She lives here in Asheville year-round with the kids regardless.
