I need to hear the story of your self-humiliation!
I'm hoping to go to Cincy next year. I'd loooove to go to the USO but I can't afford both the travel and the tickets.
OK...so, I'm walking around the grounds in Cincy minding my own business, when who walks RIGHT in front of me???? Right. Roger Federer.
Now, had I not been distracted by the fact that he is really REALLY sexy in real life, I might have said something like, "WOW Roger. It's an honor to meet you." Alas, what I actually said was, "Oh my GOD! You're Roger Federer!" This statement was of course accompanied by enthusiastic finger pointing.
And to this brilliance, Roger replied, "Really? Thanks for telling me." Now, I could have left well enough alone and crawled under the most readily available rock. I didn't. Instead, I heard my mouth say to his retreating back "Wow. That didn't exactly go the way I imagined it." To which he shook his head and waved at me. Honest to God, I have NO IDEA if Mirka was with him, I was so embarrassed.