lol I remember running into Peyton (literally) at the library one time (actual library, not the one on the strip).
I was in a hurry headed for the AV room, head down, overloaded by a full backpack, and just as I get to the door going into the hallway from the big main hall, it opens up and I canāt stop my momentum toward the guy coming out, and we meet abruptly in the doorway.
My head was still down and I blurted out an automatic āoh s***, sorryā and as I started to look up I saw a tight tshirt wrapped around a bit of a jacked chest and a couple guns on either side.
My immediate instinctive thought was ah crap, is this gonna be some meathead that Iām gonna have to tangle with? But before I could process that thought, I finished raising up my eyes and saw Peyton Manningās head up on top of those shoulders.
I still remember my confusion. Other than one late night at the Waffle House on Papermill when he first got to town, the only other times Iād seen Peyton was on the field next to a bunch of bigass linemen, so Iād only ever thought of him as a tall lanky dude.
I must have had an apparent confused look on my face because he looked at me kind of oddly as we did our excuse-meās and he continued on. But I still remember walking down the little hallway afterward thinking āthat was Peyton?ā
And now, of course, I think about the one run-in I ever had with the dude and how all I did was look at him funny. Nice.