Todd Seda at Swerbs Blurbs (and also his hilariously-titled blog, The Dave Burba Revolution) couldn't land an interview with Cleveland's favorite quarterback (sorry, D.A. fans), Brady Quinn.
So he talked to some star-struck dude who served him Mexican:
Todd Seda: Were you nervous?
Sorbo: Listen man, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. I mean, when I took this job back in January I was told that Browns players have been known to stop by. In reality though, nothing prepares you for the actual thing. But what was I going to do? I couldn't run away, I had to stand strong and just focus on the task at hand.
Todd Seda: Did Brady say anything to you before he went into his order?
Sorbo: (laughing) Did he say anything to me? Oh man, let me tell you, this is when all my nerves were flushed away because not only did Brady say "what's up", but he also called me "chief" and made some solid eye contact. I mean, the guy has such a presence, such an ability to make you feel calm. I insanely felt the desire to take orders from him. Any orders. He could have told me to pour hot salsa in my eyes and I would've done it, no questions asked.
Todd Seda: So it sounded like the experience was an all around positive one.
Sorbo: Dude, it was amazing. Its been one of the greatest things that's ever happened to me. I mean, you hear stories about how pro-athletes are crazy jerks, but honestly, Brady was one of the coolest people I've ever met. There was just something about him. I mean, I totally felt like I could have asked him what he was up to later on that night and he would have told me--and maybe even invited me along. And you know, I would've asked too but I just didn't want to come on too strong, you know. I wanted to lay some solid groundwork for any kind of future relationship.
Todd Seda: Future relationship?
Sorbo: Yeah man. I have already changed up all my hours so I work Tuesdays during lunch. Next time he comes in I think I am either going to attempt a high five or maybe even invite him to one of my cousin's house parties.
Good luck with that, homes. (Note to self: remove tongue from cheek now...)