Living up in the boonies that is North Dakota, I rarely got to attend any type of pro sporting event. But as luck should have it, in 1993 the T-Wolves played a pre-season game in Fargo against non other than our Boston Celtics.
There was little to no security around, so autograph hunting was fair game. Most of the good players didn't come out until shootaround was almost over, but a bunch of the scrubs did. Travis Mays was trying to make the C's team that year (he didn't), and I tried to get his autograph to no avail. After several attempts to gets signatures crashed and burned (Marlon Maxey even shot me down!), I spied Kevin Gamble walking to the court. I asked for an autograph, and he signed it no questions asked. This wouldve made my day alone, but to top that I noticed that Kevin McHale was in street clothes talking to some T-Wolves brass. I approached him, thinking there was no way he'd acknowledge me. To my surprise he politely signed my mini-Celtics B-Ball. I ran back to where my dad was sitting to share my good news. He had noticed that I had gotten McHale's signature, but pointed out that in my hysteria I had ran right past Dennis Johnson. What could have been.