Thousands of people attend basketball games never knowing the group of people who make them happen.
Last night,my son, Jimmy, and I hosted over seventy-five people at Mrs. K’s Toll House restaurant in Silver Spring, Maryland. These were and are the people behind the scenes, the people who sell the tickets, scout the leagues, find the sponsors, create the ads, watch the monies that go in and out, light the building, secure the building, and on and on. They call themselves the “Capital Centre Family.”
Bob and Rita Ferry came from Annapolis; he came to the Bullets in 1965. He was our general manager and she was the first young wife I got to know who had to watch over her three little ones while her husband was playing basketball around the country. Now, her son, Danny, who also played basketball is a general manager of the Atlanta Hawks.
We hugged and kissed; we have such incredible fond memories.
At least, twenty-five people took the microphone and told stories; mostly funny and a lot about how great a boss, my husband, Abe was.
He wasn’t my boss although I often called him that but he liked being a boss and especially liked any opportunity to help anyone working for him.
Since we met when we were seventeen, and essentially grew up together, I loved hearing how he turned out from other people. He always had his door open and truly cared about these people’s lives. I know because he used to tell me about them.
Today, I am feeling overwhelmed with the warm feelings that were generated last night.
I wondered why this bond occurred; why do the people who no longer work there still get together for lunch. And, since I am a psychotherapist, I will take a stab at why.
I think it is because it is such an unusual place to work. It is not a nine to five job. There are events almost every night a year, people need to work those events. They need to help each other out whether they like it or not. The show must go on.
They genuinely care about each other’s families attending weddings and funerals and vowing they will always be there for each other.
I am today still feeling the powerful emotions of last night and so proud of the other “family” that Abe created.