Reality.

Ever see something so surreal and wonder...was I actually there?...

I've been so preoccupied with studying and the surreal nature of my encounter with a famous basketball player--that I really haven't let the cat out of the bag.

What is this that I speak of? Well let me enlighten you...

I was blessed to be lucky enough to go to see the Harlem Globetrotters play on Sunday, and that's not all--it gets better. I walk down to the courtside as I'm trying to figure out where my seats are, I ask for help and I'm directed to floor seats, centercourt.

It doesn't get any better than this...or does it?

I'm standing on the court getting my basketball autographed and low and behold, I turn around to look around to see who is behind me...and who was behind me? A couple bratty kids, some pushy moms and a tall dark and handsome stranger. He caught my eye--and not in the way of, "Wow...he's crazy good looking" but rather..."Where do I know him from?"

I turned around and minded my own business, still trying to place his face in my mental photoalbum. Then BAM...it hit me. I took a second glance...is that who I think it is? Nah. Can't be. What would be the chances of that? Slim to nothing. But still, it's got to be. I turn around and without meaning to, I stare. Everyone pushes past him to get the Globetrotter's autograph while I can't help but think..."they're pushing past a legend..."

If only they knew who they were pushing aside. If only they knew the person they were bull dozing over was more famous than the Globetrotters themselves. I bet you want to know who the mystery man is...the man who autographed my ball right next to "Teddy Special K" the captain of the Harlem Globetrotters.

Drum roll please. Sit back and hold on, this one is going to blow your socks off.

Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.

Crazy eh? I still can't believe it.