Since I live in New York City I'm no stranger to seeing celebrities on the street. Sometimes it's a huge name like Rosario Dawson or Kate Hudson. Sometimes smaller names like Michael Rappaport or Charlie Murphy. Once I even met my favorite athlete as a child, former NY Knicks Guard John Starks. No matter the level of fame, all of these encounters have one thing in common - I get nervous, red in the face, and talk like a blithering idiot as if asking a girl to go with me to the prom.

So that didn't change this afternoon, as I was walking across midtown Manhattan. Somewhere along 27th street, I saw a man sitting on a doorstop fooling with his Blackberry. I did a double-take and - WOAH! It's Paul Heyman!

I asked the man for a picture, and the picture shows exactly what a fail our meeting was - you can't even see me in it. I did however mention wrestlingmarks and although he had (of course) not heard of it, he did appreciate it when I told him he had many fans here.




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