I leaned towards him and sheepishly said, “are you Jerry?” He looked me in the eye and nodded affirmatively. Then he put a finger over his lips to keep it quiet—I’m sure he is often bothered by his many fans—especially the type that walk around all day with chunks of yellow rubber cheese on their heads. I just couldn’t resist telling him “you’re not going to believe this, but I’m on my way to Tampa to deliver a presentation and your experiences with Vince Lombardi are an integral part of the presentation.”
Then I blew it.
I said: “And I’m a Vikings fan.”
