Here we go. Just 35 minutes in and there are cell phones in the air, stretching over the promenade like an oak forest. And it’s not just the three kids from a nearby high school who saw Russell Wilson over by the park, received autographs, played catch with him and got an inspirational pep talk after sharing their career goals. It’s mostly people one would assume were indifferent to this kind of thing. Stylish city people. Septuagenarians in pastel-colored pants. Couples who look like they would care more about when the new LCD Soundsystem album is dropping than about a guy who might only be a temporary solution at quarterback for the New York Giants.
