A Mere Mortal here, but have been a diehard tackle football fan since grade school, working as a sideline manager for the BEHS Tigers all through high school. I was the guy that dried the footballs and tossed them back to the refs when it was raining, and would keep track of kicking tees and stuff. Have been the guy that was too small and even now I only weigh about 145.
I have had numerous encounters with Seahawks over the years, and the first was 1979-80 (ish) and got to meet Jim Zorn and Steve Largent and shake their hands. Cool guys. Didn't play catch with them or anything, but chatted with them for a good while among a group of about 10 kids. That's when I realized they weren't THAT big, and were normal people just like me.
As an adult, I was a multi-unit area supervisor and a general manager for a popular fast-lube company throughout the mid 90's (the one with the big green "Q" on the sign). One of our busiest shops was the 4-bay on the corner of NE 20th and 140Th NE that did over 100 oil changes a day. We changed oil on numerous Seahawks player's personal vehicles over the years, and I had the unique opportunity to speak to some of the guys for a half an hour or more while they waited.
I've shaken the hands of, had conversations with, and received autographs from: Joey Galloway, Anthony Simmons, Blair Bush (Lynnwood), Sam Adams, Brian Blades, Trent Dilfer, Ahman Green, Shawn Springs, Jacob Green, Darrell Jackson, and bunch of others. Believe it or not, there were a lot more Suburbans and pickups driven by players than Corvettes or Cadillac's. It's probably Escalades and Denali's now.
I was also a frequent patron at the Lake Union Hooters back in the day, and had the privilege of watching a Monday Night Football game about two tables away from Blades, Galloway, Springs, Simmons (and about six others). Chatted with Brian Blades for a good while. I still have a deflated Hooters rubber football with all the autographs on it.
I guess you could say I lost my "star-struckness" at an early age, and as time went by, I lost any over-excitement that prevented me from tactfully approaching and engaging players I recognized to talk with them. Having it be your job to talk to them definitely helps, but most of those guys want to stay in the weeds while they do those "normal people" tasks. The secret is to act like it's no big deal by greeting them quietly and respectfully, without asking them for anything. Just like anybody else, people open up after they get to know you're not a psycho or a stalker. Besides some of the guys that are more skittish and avoid people (like Marshawn) most players are happy to chat with somebody who respects their game and doesn't draw a crowd while they are out and about.
I've run into a few Texans players while down here. Met David Carr at a golf store, and got to meet Dunta Robinson at a bar in The Woodlands right before he left for Atlanta. Dude had a smoking hot girl with him!
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Remembering "The Radish"...