I went to the 'Shoe with trepidation Saturday. Protected by the soft cast, I babied the hurting wrist in the crowd of 100,000. Avoided crowded turnstiles. Stayed out of jammed portals. Found an empty seat beside me. Waited for the aisles to clear after the game. With a great sigh of relief, I made it through the game and out of the stadium with nary a bump.

You can imagine then, the look of horror on my face, when, as I stood outside the Huntington club after the game, a gentleman turned to me, grabbed my bum hand, shook it, and said "How you doing!"

I would have punched him on the spot, but I didn't think the Lantern headline "Stories of the 'Shoe Author Assaults University President" would do my book sales any good!

Fortunately, Dr. E. Gordon Gee is a kind and gentle man. His soft and careful touch did not hurt me in the least, he meant no ill, and he can shake my hand any time. We had a nice chat about my injury and I took the opportunity to inquire about his daughter and send my best wishes. It made for a funny Story of the Shoe.