Thursday, November 22, 2007

I went to the Dallas Stars hockey game last night. I scored tickets in the UPS suite. Free freshly cooked food (each suite has its own chef), and all the alcohol you want is free and at your disposal. It was Mike Modano Appreciation night, so it was pretty cool. Turns out, Mike Modano's suite is right next door to the UPS suite, so Mike's mom and dad, his wife, and former NHL great Brett Hull were all right beside me. They were maybe 10 feet away at the most. I was texting back and forth with a friend from my hockey team, and his was response was "cool, go get an autograph". Should I get him to autograph something? He is a legend in hockey. He scored the game winning goal in game 7 of the Stanley Cup playoffs in 1999, the only year the Stars have ever won the cup, and now he is currently a Co-GM of the Dallas Stars.

Then a few minutes later some obviously drunk guy who was in the suite as well came over to get Brett to sign an jersey. The look on Brett's face was priceless. He looked so disgusted. Those suites cost thousands of dollars per event, he is there with Mike Modano's family, and now this drunk guy wants an autograph. He signed the jersey, and the guy said thanks, and walked away. Brett had this look of disgust for a couple of minutes atfer the guy walked away.

It made me start thinking, I am really not that guy at all. I am not "go get an autograph" guy. I would rather glance over at Brett Hull and give him a simple nod of acknowledgement and approval than to ask for an autograph. This way he knows that I see him and recognize him, and I don't bother him at all. I guess its probably due to the way I was raised. My grandparents would come over for Christmas, and literally stand by the door until someone asked them to come on in, make themselves at home, and have a seat. They were old school, and I guess some of that type of mentality rubbed off on me. Anyway, I guess I picked up from stuff like that to leave people alone. So, are you a "go get an autograph" kinda person?

Today is Thanksgiving, and as is tradition, I am going to the Dallas Cowboys game. I will cook out in the parking lot with 60,000 of my closest friends for my Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe Jerry Jones or Emmit Smith or John Madden or someone cool will be cooking in the parking slot right next time, and I won't get their autograph either.

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