“I’m surprised at how laid back this is,” I said. “I kind of expected to be seeing people really crowd around you guys.” A glint appeared in Reagor’s eye. “Yeah? Well, just wait a few minutes, you’ll see the crowds.” Sure enough, when Edgerrin James and Reggie Wayne showed up, a nonstop stream of fans crowded around them. I asked James if I could take his photograph as he held court among his fans, but he demurred. “Nah, man, we’re just here tonight to chill out and relax.”
I wondered if anyone had told him there were press releases heralding his night of chilling out and relaxing, but there was a weariness in his manner that caused me to quiet down. The party carried on through the night, the crowd cheered for the team. But it seemed that the thoughts of four of the men carrying this city’s hopes and dreams were on New England and beyond.