Wait a minute, Karl Malone nailed Bobby Hansen's wife? This proves that I have special powers. Quick story:
At the age of 11, I went with my fellow Jr.Jazz teammates to our yearly Jazz game. This was in the old Salt Palace and it was very easy to go down to where the players parked and try to get autographs afterwards.
Well, I had a card ready for EVERY member of the team and when Bobby Hansen came out, nobody was interested in him. I actually felt bad for him, so I followed him over to his car and asked very politely: "Mr. Hanson, would you please sign this card?" Dude was a total D-bag and told me to get lost. Said he didn't do autographs.
As I walked away, I clearly remember thinking: "I hope The Mailman runs it up in your wife someday".
Hearing this story has brought my life full-circle. I feel as if I can die a happy man. And to Bobby Hansen, all I have to say is: Don't be a dick to 11-year old kids, or you're bound to be punched out by Bart Kofoed and have Karl Malone ream out your old lady's clown hole.