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Hey guys, I was wondering how many CAGers out there have met anyone famous, hung out with them or are famous themselves.
Here's one of my only ones.
Okay, this story starts off about five or six years ago. Me and my friends bought some tickets to go to a WWF house show in Ft. Worth, Tx. We were all huge wrestling fans and were really excited about going.
We had some pretty awesome seats - they were about the fifth or sixth row on the floor right next to the ring.
Anyway, the matches were pretty good. There was Dude Love, HHH, Chyna and a lot of other cool wrestlers, but the main event was the Undertaker vs. Bret Hart. Keep in mind, that this was back when Bret Hart was doing his anti-America gimmick, so everyone hated him.
That's when my friends put a crazy idea in my head. They said I should spit a loogey on Bret Hart. Heh heh, spit on Bret Hart, I asked? That was a pretty crazy thing to do.
So Bret's music hits and we run over to the entranceway where Bret is coming out. Everyone is throwing stuff at him, but he just keeps walking. I totally didn't know what happened next. Bret walked right by me and about three or four feet away from me, and it was as if some mystical force tookover my body. Without my control, I spit the biggest loogey bomb in the air. It launched into the air, a high-arching rainbow of beautiful blood-mixed snot and landed perfectly on his right cheek! Hah, I got him.
But immediately after my bomb hit Bret, a drunk Mexican from behind me threw his entire cup of beer in Bret's face too. I thought Bret was gonna kick our ass, but he just kept walking. The security guards see this happen, but say I threw the beer on Bret. Knowing that I was only 16, I pleaded my case that I couldn't have possibly thrown the beer since I was a wee lad.
Didn't matter, they threw my ass out. I know I deserved it and I can't tell you to this day why I did it. I've never been one to bend to peer pressure. I think, maybe, that it was because he was Canadian.
Well, my spit has touched Bret's face, so that's my brush with fame.
Here's one of my only ones.
Okay, this story starts off about five or six years ago. Me and my friends bought some tickets to go to a WWF house show in Ft. Worth, Tx. We were all huge wrestling fans and were really excited about going.
We had some pretty awesome seats - they were about the fifth or sixth row on the floor right next to the ring.
Anyway, the matches were pretty good. There was Dude Love, HHH, Chyna and a lot of other cool wrestlers, but the main event was the Undertaker vs. Bret Hart. Keep in mind, that this was back when Bret Hart was doing his anti-America gimmick, so everyone hated him.
That's when my friends put a crazy idea in my head. They said I should spit a loogey on Bret Hart. Heh heh, spit on Bret Hart, I asked? That was a pretty crazy thing to do.
So Bret's music hits and we run over to the entranceway where Bret is coming out. Everyone is throwing stuff at him, but he just keeps walking. I totally didn't know what happened next. Bret walked right by me and about three or four feet away from me, and it was as if some mystical force tookover my body. Without my control, I spit the biggest loogey bomb in the air. It launched into the air, a high-arching rainbow of beautiful blood-mixed snot and landed perfectly on his right cheek! Hah, I got him.
But immediately after my bomb hit Bret, a drunk Mexican from behind me threw his entire cup of beer in Bret's face too. I thought Bret was gonna kick our ass, but he just kept walking. The security guards see this happen, but say I threw the beer on Bret. Knowing that I was only 16, I pleaded my case that I couldn't have possibly thrown the beer since I was a wee lad.
Didn't matter, they threw my ass out. I know I deserved it and I can't tell you to this day why I did it. I've never been one to bend to peer pressure. I think, maybe, that it was because he was Canadian.
Well, my spit has touched Bret's face, so that's my brush with fame.