Brush with greatness.

So I always thought that if I met a celebrity I would act completely cool and normal. At least I hoped I would. I think those of you who know me know that this of course is completely not possible.

I went to Starbucks today because I am pmsing and I am addicted to their Pumpkin Spice lattes. As I'm walking toward the door a man is on his way out. I hold the door open for him and he says "No, no, after you". As I say thank you and pass him I notice that is Paul Byrd, starting pitcher for the Indians and winner of two post season games, including a very dramatic win last night to put the Indians up three games to one over the Red Sox. I had just got done telling my boss this morning that I had developed a minor crush on Mr. Byrd AND told my friend Erin that he was one of the cuter Indian's players. AND THERE HE WAS IN STARBUCKS. A normal person would have said "Hey, great game last night, you have a hell of pitch, love that double wind up" etc. But the only thing a complete spazz like me could say is "Umm, ohmigod." and then practically screech at the barristas "Did you see who that was?!?" after he left.

Sigh.