As many of you have surmised, I am a Las Vegas resident having relocated from Minneapolis in May 2009. More specifically, I'm a Henderson, NV resident having bought a home in the south side of Henderson. Last Tuesday, I was picking up my car from a local window tinting proprietor whose shop was attached to a car wash/gas station. As I'm walking up to the garage, I see an older gent in cargo shorts and a Washington T-shirt. I greet him as any fellow Dawg should and, as we get talking, I introduce myself by name. He sticks his hand out and says "My name is Hugh McElhenny". After fumbling around a few words and dropping a few catch phrases like "legend" and "icon", I finally came to my senses and introduced him to my wife. We spoke for a few minutes and I learned that, in fact, Hugh is my neighbor. His home is walking distance from mine.
The irony of the story is that my grandmother was, that day, en route to Henderson to spend some time with us. Her husband, my grandfather, died three years ago last May. My grandfather was a proud Husky and Hugh is his all time favorite player. He met Hugh once in a golf tournament. Ever since then, he used to introduce himself by saying "Shake the hand that shook the hand of Hustlin' Hugh". Needless to say, we all got a kick out of the story about my moment with Hugh.