candrew
Well-Known Member
I had a recent brush with this phenomenon.
I went to a Mets game in 1991 with about 7 of my friends and my cousin - who died in a car crash in 2002. About 4 months ago, one of my friends, who now lives in California scanned a bunch of pictures he took that day and e-mailed them to me. There was not one picture of my cousin. I called my friend and he told me my cousin (who he knew in passing) was never there. And yet I distinctly remember busting my cousins balls because he brought his baseball glove to the game (he was in his late 20's at the time) and joking about eating ice cream with him despite the fact it was night game and on the cool side temperature wise.
Somewhere along the way over the past 22 years I convinced myself my cousin was at that game - it was a jarring experience when I found out he wasn't.
I went to a Mets game in 1991 with about 7 of my friends and my cousin - who died in a car crash in 2002. About 4 months ago, one of my friends, who now lives in California scanned a bunch of pictures he took that day and e-mailed them to me. There was not one picture of my cousin. I called my friend and he told me my cousin (who he knew in passing) was never there. And yet I distinctly remember busting my cousins balls because he brought his baseball glove to the game (he was in his late 20's at the time) and joking about eating ice cream with him despite the fact it was night game and on the cool side temperature wise.
Somewhere along the way over the past 22 years I convinced myself my cousin was at that game - it was a jarring experience when I found out he wasn't.