By Steve Rhodes
You would never known he was a big-time celebrity, strolling into Hub 51 (he’s banned from Harry Caray’s; there was an incident) in just a jeans and t-shirt, greeting the waitstaff like they were old friends and farting freely and unself-consciously throughout our interrview. No, Clark Gabriel Cub really is just a regular guy, despite the glitz and glamour. As he picked at his Del Mar Seafood Salad and sucked down six Amstel Lights, we talked about life, longing and how he came to be the Cubs mascot. This is an edited transcript.
How did you get the job?
Well, this is Chicago, so obviously it was because I had a connection. In this case, it was Crane Kenney. Me and Crane trained together at Cypress Gardens back in the day. We we’re trying to get to the Show – Disneyland. What I didn’t know is that the whole time Crane was helping the warden, er, that’s what we called him, the executive director, keep a second set of books to evade taxes. Then I worked the what we used to call the shitlin’ circuit – Boone’s Farm, Chuck E. Cheese conventions, Geyser Falls . . . I mean, it was a lot of toil. But I kept in touch with Crane the whole time.
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