clogwearer
Idiot Savant
Several years ago I was visiting the MCG. Sitting on one of those long benches they have all around the middle bit, I looked over the fence and who should I see but James Hird. He was engaged in some type of ritual or game with several other gentlemen dressed in the Essendon uniform, and a similar number dressed in what I believe were North Melbourne uniforms. He chased a ball in my direction and, after it hit the fence, he raised his head and we definitely made eye contact. I'm not sure if he would remember me today though.