I've been avoiding Rockefeller Center recently, because the crowds...oh, the crowds. Madding. I've stayed far from it.
But on Thursday morning, as I left Breakfast Club and headed to work, I thought the hour might be early enough to stop by and check out the tree without being trampled by tourists. So I detoured a block north to check it out.
The Today Show audience on the plaza was pretty sparse, the area was relatively quiet. I saw some people peering down at the rink, so I wandered over to look too.
And there - on the ice - was a lone figure. Tall, sinewy, dressed in black. I did a double-take. Could it be...? Was it really him?
Yes. Evan Lysacek. In the flesh. On the ice.
I watched as he skated over and conducted a short interview with some Today Show lady. Then she exited the rink, Evan took center ice, the music started, and this happened:
And also this:
It was...oh, I don't know...AMAZING!!!
People around me were asking, "Who's that?" and a tourist on my left said, "Is that Brian Boitano or something?" I gently corrected him, "No. It's Evan Lysacek."
"Is he famous or something?" another spectator asked.
"Yeah, well he's a 2-time national champion and Olympic gold medalist," I said casually. No biggie.
Evan finished his program, cutely bowed, and skated over to the boards. I reluctantly headed to work.
That last-minute detour put me in the right place just in time to witness a little miracle moment.
I gotta detour more often.