So after 32 years of being a Broncos fan and watching John Elway, Shannon Sharpe, Ed McCaffrey, Steve Atwater, the Three Amigos, etc. (if you don’t know who’s in the “Three Amigos“ and “etc.” part of that, perhaps this post will mean nothing to you) and never seeing any of them in person (besides when at a game), I kind of gave up on it. Not that I’ve had a goal in life to follow these sports celebrities around and get their autograph or anything. Quite the contrary, actually. Sure, it would be nice to meet a few of these folks on a personal level just to see what type of person they really were, but it isn’t a requirement that must be fulfilled before I visit the Big House.
Coincidentally, I met two of the above mentioned Ex-Bronco’s in the same day…that day being today. Oddly enough, in the exact same situation. Ok, the first is a bit more probable (keep reading), but the second was just plain odd given the occurance of the first.
It just so happens that my current client hired Ed McCaffrey as a VP of sales within the last six months or so. I’ve seen him walking around before and gave the appropriate “Hey” as we passed each other in the john, but that’s it. Today when I was leaving work early to go to a doctor’s appointment (no, I’m not dying), I got on the elevator going down (because to go up when trying to leave would be silly.) Three floors down the elevator stops, and I’m hoping that my Little Red-Haired Girl (see previous post on Holiday Parties) will be getting on, but I’m dissapointed. It’s Ed McCaffrey. Jacket in one hand and a book bag in the other with a bunch of stuff hanging out like he was leaving in a hurry. We exchanged a few casual pleasantries and proceeded to the first floor. Not a big deal in and of itself, but stick with me. Oh, one more detail to point out is that I was checking a text message on my phone from my daughter on the elevator when Ed (yes, we’re on a first name basis) got on the elevator.
So after an excruciating drive south on I-25 (due to a three car accident that was caused, I’m certain, to add to my frustration) I arrive at my doctors office building (did I mention I’m not dying?) As I’m walking towards the building from my Jeep, I look to my left and notice none other than John Elway walking to the same building! He ends up walking in the same door as me (he even held it open for me…what a polite guy!) and proceeded to the same elevator bank. So as I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, we end up on the same elevator. Oh, and I’m checking a text message on my phone from my daughter at the time. Weird. Either that means she was sending me a lot of messages, or it means something else that I really don’t understand at this point in my spiritual life.
Me and John Elway, riding an elevator together. What would you do (assuming you know who he is?) Ask for his autograph? Give him a compliment on one (or more) of his many football accomplishments? Try to make small talk? Ask him what he’s doing these days?
You probably didn’t choose the small talk option, but I did. I know…I’m brilliant. I decided that Mr. Elway (no, we’re not on a first name basis) needed to know the fact that he was the second Ex-Bronco that I’d ridden in an elevator with that day. He seemed to take the comment in stride. At least he didn’t pull out a can of mace and scream “Stalker!!!!” while peppering my face. It was a short elevator ride, so that’s all I got in. After a few pleasantries from him, I was off.
My guess is that such a day will not occur again. I’m satisfied.
Oh, and the doc said I’m not going to die.