so: I'm at Briarwood doing Christmas shopping when I walk by a guy who looks familiar. It then occurs to me: is that Jay Hopson?
It is at this point I realize that I actually said "Jay Hopson" aloud. Shit. Hopson asks me what I want, because he's a linebackers coach and undoubtedly not used to getting recognized in the mall. Have I abducted his child? Am I asking for ransom? What does this wild-haired terrorist want with me? Etc.
Panicked, I manage to ask him if he's going to be the defensive coordinator. "Man, I don't know," he scoffs. Then he winks and moves on with his life. I feel like a huge tool. That is all. At least I didn't say "hey, your wife is hot."