Yes, this is what I've been reduced to as a former sports blogger: making trivial note of any chance encounter with an athlete that I might have as a football fan, grasping onto the fumes of coincidence so I can show off my mere presence in the right place at the right time. It's pretty pathetic actually. Don't become like me.
THAT SAID, I was at a Belltown restaurant this evening with Some Business Associates, and about halfway through our pork terrine, Matt Hasselbeck walks in and takes the table next to us with a couple of friends. It was kind of thrilling.
Did not appraoch him.
His back looked fine but he didn't use it that much.
Anyway, that's all.
Um, anyone hitting Bumbershoot this weekend?