One time, I was walking around rural Saskatchewan, lost and hungry.
In the winter snow, it was hard to see further than 10 feet ahead of me and I had just accidentally tripped over a pack of wolves. They quickly surrounded me, howling their rage across the white plains. I thought "This is it for me, this is the end."
Quietly, I began to pray for my salvation when to my amazement a flash of green caught my attention. Within seconds, the wolf pack had been thrown to the ground by Roughriders #66!
As he danced around the unconcious bodies, taunting and screaming "BOO YAH! HOO RAH!" I passed out from the shock and adrenaline.
When I woke up, I had missed my chance to date Chris Best. I'll never forgive that harsh Saskatchewan winter.