I had my first REAL New York City celebrity encounter yesterday. Before now, I had only seen Will Smith outside of the Letterman show and unknowingly passed by Robin Williams in the Village – both of which were too insignificant to be considered encounters. I know what you’re thinking….”Amish, didn’t you meet Kal Penn in your gym?” So let me say this again, I had my first REAL New York City celebrity encounter yesterday.
Anyway, I was playing softball in the park with the other members of the University of Michigan Business School softball team, seen in the below picture from a couple months ago (click for larger version):
The incredibly stunning girl in the center of the picture is Liz Cho, news anchor for Channel 7 news, and probably one of the hottest news anchors to have ever existed! Seriously, she’s redonkulously hot. As I write this, I realize that this is somewhat of a celebrity encounter, but since I didn’t know who she was until that day (and since this post is about my first real celebrity encounter), I’m going to exclude her from my list…but I digress…
Anyways, as we are playing our game, we couldn’t help but notice that a game on one of the other fields had drawn a huge crowd that was constantly cheering. We felt quite jealous of the people playing that game, until one of our outfielders pointed out that the crowd was there because P. Diddy was pitching for one of the teams. THE P. Diddy. Sean mother-fucking Combs.
After our game, we walked over to the other field and saw that they too were finishing up. There was a gigantic posse of Bad Boy Entertainment employees and friends, and Mr. Daddy was shaking hands and taking pictures with them. At one point, he had walked over and was standing no more than 5 feet away from me. My heart started racing as I thought to myself, “He’s five feet away from me. He ain’t…goin…nowhere (cause he’s a bad boy for life). I better do something while I can!” So I took a step, raised my hand, and said
How’s it going, man?
WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT TO A RAPPER? Seriously, what the fuck was I thinking? Could I BE more of a dipshit??
But he heard me and responded….and raised his hand in an ultra-cool, urban, hip-hop mogul, ruler of New York City fist-pound, like this:
Unfortunately, I had already committed to the super-geeky, its-1984-and-i’m-wearing-a-fanny-pack, left-handed version of the high-five.
Our hands met…and an awkward silence immediately followed. P. Diddy turned and went to hang out with his posse of cool, hip-hop, urbanites. I turned around and hung my head in shame, while my teammates cracked up hysterically.
