Meeting Your Hero

There’s something strange about meeting your hero.

You turn and he’s there. The man who defined your childhood. The one you cheered on for years, no decades, as he emerged as the humblest superstar your franchise ever produced. The one you cheered on, in person, in his last professional game. As he exits the field one last time, you feel tears drip down your cheeks, as tears stream down your hero’s face, all while Alan Silvestri’s Captain America theme blares through stadium speakers.