This reminds of when I met Patrick Kaleta at the Galleria Mall last season. This was when he was injured and he was walking with a noticeable limp...
Me: Hey are you Pat Kaleta?
Pat: Yep, that's me.
Me: I just wanted to say I'm a big fan, heal up quick
Pat: Thanks a lot, dude.
Me: Alright (pointing to his injured leg, and probably a little too close to his crotch) do you want to race?
Pat: Umm, no.
Then there was an awkward silence. At this point, I walked away mortified. Isn't it amazing what kinds of idiotic things pop out of our mouths when we're nervous? It's kinda funny to think that he'll always have a memory of the loser at the mall who pointed to his junk and challenged him to a race.