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Originally Posted by Inspector
I met Santa Claus.
But it was a long time ago. I doubt he even remembers me now.
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He keeps a list.
When I was a kid, I met then-backup QB Mike Livingston at a car dealership promo. I stood there speechless and agog, amazed that my dad would actually make small talk with a Kansas City Chief.
In part, my speechlessness was hero-awe, and in part it was mere confusion. When he took me, my dad didn't tell me what we were doing. He just said he had a surprise for me. So we get in the car and we're driving and we pull into this car dealership, and all of a sudden I'm thinking, "GO KART! GO KART! I'M GETTING A GO KART!" And then we get out of the car and go in and there's a guy standing there and he's not even in a Chiefs uniform and he's not 11 feet tall, and my dad says, "This is Mike Livingston", and my mind reeled with a thousand conflicting thoughts. I simultaneously had to deal with the fact that I wasn't getting a go kart, that I was meeting my first Chief, that a Chief did not always wear his uniform, and that a Chief on the street did not look like a superhero. It was a lot to deal with.