>So there I was. It was last night after midnight at a local bar, watching this 30-something year old man wearing a bonnet-like hat I think someone found on the ground drop it like it’s hot. Who is this man we have all come to love so much? Who is this man who sometimes we will find on a couch the next morning? Who is this man who, as much as he tells us no, can’t turn away the 40’s we offer?
This man, ladies and gentleman, is Benjamin Ingram. Unfortunately, as I watched his baller dance moves last night, it was with a hint of sorrow at the fact that this night was in his honor, as he will be leaving the greatest city in America – Baltimore – in a few short weeks.
Google searches on Ben don’t turn up the man that you are looking for. Our Ben is not a sportscaster in Mississippi. Neither of these two photos show our Ben:
(although I did have to do some investigative work on the first since that seemed like it was taken in the correct era)
(although that song is pretty sexy so if we could arrange maybe some sort of trade….?)
So who is Baltimore Ben? Let me tell you.
Baltimore Ben is the man you see who, at the end of the winter, metaphorphisizes himself into one of the fastest runners in the state. He is the man who you may find doing oval workouts on a square track. When you see a young runner with an obscure disease getting beat at his own 5K…you know he was beat by our Ben. Ben lives his life with the introspection of a wise old owl, and yet acts with the reckless abandonment of a college kid. Our Ben knows how to have a good time….and has left that good time in front of Zero’s house.
Okay, okay, enough with the jokes. Although everything I have said in the above paragraphs is true, Ben is greater than the sum of those parts. He has been a great friend and training partner to myself and the group here in Baltimore, and we will miss him. We’ll probably miss Kendra more, but are happy that at least she will now be able to sleep peacefully, without worries of Ben getting drunk and sneaking out of the house in the middle of a blizzard to run to the bar.
Okay, now really, enough with the jokes. Ben, you know all the times I have poked fun at you here have been in jest, and I wish you and Kendra the best in the mountains of the Shenandoah (que the Deliverence theme….). I am sure we will see you often, and I expect your time on the trail portion at JFK next year to be faster than at least half of the women’s times.