I first encountered Mizzou football "savior" Chase Daniel when I was a freshman.  Now, I already had a slight grudge against the guy, because his first and last name are backwards, which is just ignorant.  But I was willing to look past that - because he's famous, damn it, and that means he could get shit done for me if I was his friend.

Technically, we never spoke, we just walked past each other in Hitt St. Market.  But there was eye contact.  And, if you may indulge me, I'd like to attempt to verbalize what I felt in that brief visual exchange:

Me:  "Hey, you're Chase Dani-"
Chase Daniel:  "You dare make eyes with me?  I'm Chase Daniel!  Who are you?  You are not an attractive woman/ spherical pigskin sporting apparatus.  I will look at you no longer."

So, needless to say, it was with unadulterated glee that I stumbled upon him eating his own booger on national television.

Hope it was delicious, ass.