This very morning I was climbing into my car at Kroger, and right next to me, Ryan Freel climbed out of his.
Holy crap! That's Ryan Freel, with Jeff Bagwell's old goatee and Junior's old Escalade, I thought to myself.
He climbed out of the car, turned away, and began to walk toward the store. That's when I said, "Hi!"
Obviously, I knew that he'd recognize my voice, and that he'd know I was addressing him.
Anyway, he continued walking toward the store as it dawned on me that I'd blown it. Then he slowed to a stop and turned toward me. Cool! Now I was trying to remember if I had a ball in the car, when I realized he was staring at me. (I suspect I was wearing a stupid grin, which probably helped him pinpoint the greeting-sniper.)
Anyway, I quickly mentioned something about how important he was to the team, and pointed out what a good year he was having, and I thanked him for the great season so far, and he seemed to really appreciate hearing that. Then I wished him luck tonight, and we went our separate ways.
He seemed like a nice guy. And I'm sure I seemed like a putz.