I am More Famous than Steve Hutchinson

Today--for about eight minutes--I was more famous than Steve Hutchinson.

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "I don't know who Steve Hutchinson is. Therefore, Steve Hutchinson can't be that famous. Being more famous than Steve Hutchinson--especially if only for an eight minute period--wouldn't be that great an accomplishment." You know what I'm thinking? I'm thinking, "Exactly!"

I spent the last few days at a luxury resort in Orlando MCing an event for a large financial insitution. There were 800-1000 people in attendance. The event went very well, and I've become very popular with the group since I've worked for them on multiple occasions. Today, I flew back to the Twin Cities on a flight with dozens of people from the same event.

As we were "deplaning" (which sounds like planes have attached themselves to me like ticks and I have to burn them off with a Bic lighter) I had to wait on the skyway for Isaac's stroller and carseat. I was waiting with two other guys. One of them was a mere mortal. The other was 6'5" and 325 pounds of Steve Hutchinson. I like to think that he was playing a game of football in Florida and he was on the plane because he was the pulling guard in the most complicated screen pass ever devised. Actually, he was waiting for a stroller as well.

Anyway, I'm standing there as everyone is filing off the plane and every third person recognizes me and stops to say "Oh my God! It's you!", "Hey, you're Caleb! I love you man!", "You were awesome!" , etc. I don't know how many people stopped, but it was a lot.

One guy stopped to say something to Steve Hutchinson.

He said, "Hey! My friend is a big fan of yours!" It was indirect, third-person fandom.

Thus, I was more famous than Steve Hutchinson for about eight minutes. I think it might have bothered him a bit. Of course, he will go home and cry himself to sleep on top of a gigantic pile of money and be fine in the morning. If living well is the best revenge, Steve Hutchinson is kicking my ass.

I got my stroller before him, too. And my luggage. Caleb - 3. Steve Hutchinson - 0. Boo-Ya. Boo-Ya indeed.