I've made a total dick of myself infront of Carlos Condit not once but twice. I was at the expo last year and was passing by Carloses line and handed him something to sign without actually going through his line, he signed it to be nice and the usher came up and started getting in his ear about how he needs to focus on the line. He looked over at me with that "you fucker" look on his face.
Well later I was with my girlfriends son and we saw Carlos outside the Mandalay pool I went to introduce my girlfriends son to Carlos and when Carlos put his hand out to shake the hand of a ten year old I nervously intercepted his handshake, then we all stood there awkwardly for the next 10 seconds and I said thank you and we split. Some pretty embarassing shit.
That made me laugh, thanks. You went full spaghetti on him.
Hopefully you won't throw up on his shoes next time you meet.
I had a couple of awkard moments in Germany, before UFC 99.
Probably not as funny as yours, because you really had to be there, but me and my brother (who was a pro kick-boxer under "Dirty" Bob Schriber, who was cornering Stephan Struve that night) but doesn't really care about MMA personalities and stopped watching MMA after PRIDE folded, not the type to browse Sherdog if you get me) were walking around town killing time before some of my friends joined us (my brother didn't know them).
Well, we randomly bumped into Marcus Davis, I was happy, shook his hands, he was by himself and all smiles, we started chatting and for some reason my brother was under the impression that he was a friend of mine that we were supposed to meet, so he was WAY to friendly with him, tried to pass him a joint (hey he lives in Holland, it's normal shit for him) and Marcus seemed really puzzled, said "hu no thanks", I then asked for a picture, he was of course happy to do so, and we asked my brother to take the pic.
He then froze "wait, who dat guy?"
"DUDE it's Marcus Davis!"
"oh... (he obviously didn't who who he was but tried to be polite) you fighting tonight?"
I was blushing like a chick, told him to shut up, thanked a puzzled Davis and told him good luck for tonight.
Man that embarrassed me.
Later we passed by a restaurant and heard "Ok, bon appetit!". It was Cheick Kongo eating in a restaurant with his crew, and since my brother and I are fluent in French, we decided to wave and see, since we didn't want to bother him while he was eating... well let's just say that it didn't go as planned =__=
Plenty of crazy stuff happened that night, "Dirty" Bob got us cage-side seats when we paid for shitty cheap seats, oh fuck I just remember, it was my brother who told Rich Franklin that his friend and teammate Tim Sylvia got KO'd by Ray Mercier (it happened at the same time as the UFC event, we were talking to Rich (a really good guy, was happy even thought everybody booed him because the Wandy decision seemed bad when watching live, when I watched it again on DVD it didn't seem as bad), and my brother was checking his phone "HOLY SHIT SYLVIA GOT KTFO'd in 5 seconds HAHA what the hell???!!!!"
Rich looked really bummed, man I felt like shit :icon_conf