I got up and followed him until he stopped by a big Christmas tree. He had his back to me and I called out, "Mike. Mike!"
He turned around and that's when I was sure. It was Mike Cuellar.
Mike was the pitching coach when I was in Duluth and even though it has been eight years since we have seen each other, he remembered me and we talked a bit about the old days.
Turns out that he is at the Winter Meetings looking for a job. I hope that he gets one.
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