One time I was at a bar watching George Thorogood play and I went to try to get one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer before the rush, and I ran into Jim Abbott. I told him I was honored to meet him and tried to shake his hand, but I stuck out the wrong hand. I said sorry, but he just groaned really loud. When I said sorry again, he just grunted and lightly slapped me with his stump. I was ready to fight him, but he just ignored me and tried to pretend it never happened. I eventually gave up, got my drinks, and as I left, he just whistled some type of moonlight sonata shit. Fuck that guy.