I still remember the moment like it was yesterday. As I was admiring the store’s colorful assortment of baseball bats, I looked across the aisle and found myself staring at Les Miles.
Realizing that the offseason stubble growing from his face did little to mask his identity to me, Miles approached me and shook my hand.
I was starstruck but managed to mumble out a clumsy greeting, and we both moved on with the day. Needless to say, my family’s car ride home was far less quiet than its predecessor. It was like magic.