|It only took him one season to be the best Brown in franchise history.|
Being drunk as shit, we immediately go over and talk to him (had never spoken to him before although I did have a few classes with him). He apparently (and awesomely) recognized me and must have been drunk, too, because he was extremely friendly and said hilarious black guy stuff. The roommate and I pretty much just tell him how great he is and kiss his ass for a few minutes before he turns around and introduces us to the dude that he was with.
Now I know what you're thinking: 4 guy black/white/black/white drunk orgy. Good guess but not even remotely correct. The big black guy joins our conversation and Little tells us what we had discussed earlier:
Yup. That dude was Travis Prentice.
Both of us shake his hand and once it's confirmed who he is, we're pretty much acting like it's Showtime at The Apollo. Little stepped away so the two of us converged on the football great and the conversation went something like this:
Roommate: ajkeshgioavn YOU SO SICK!
G$: (squeezing his wad of muscle that connects the shoulder to the neck...seriously) 8igoanvdjksbhiouabef You are my favorite player ever AIEHFNVAKIV CA!
TP: I appreciate that.
G$: iourhganvciaunf What the fuck did the Browns cut you for? Those fags are so gay. I can't wait for you to fuck them hard aiehtgauinvddsc
TP: I don't know.
Then I think that the roommate and I high-fived over this great meeting, turned back to Prentice, and he was gone. It was awesome at the time, but I pretty much embarrassed the shit out of myself. Would I do it again? Every single time. There is never a bad time to talk to Travis Prentice AKA the greatest college football player of all time.
What was the point of this story? Well, in case you hadn't noticed, except for NBA trades, this has been a shitty week for news. So what I'm asking for today is for you to contribute embarrassing stories from when you met anyone remotely famous. I think that Damman has a similar drunk story with himself and former Buckeye baller Matt Sylvester that I hope he can share. Whatever, I'm done. What time is it? TRAVIS TIME!