The line was really long – looped around most of the inner perimeter of the store – by the time we got there a little before 5. But we finally got up to the front and got signatures about 6:30 I think. Let me just say this – Ljunberg is hot and I’ve always known that. But there is something about him in person that makes him HOTTTTTTT! Seriously. First off, he was wearing this nice white shirt and vest – so hot. And then we get up to the table and he looks up at me with a big ol' smile and says in his great little Swedish accent “Hello! How are you doing?” Like he genuinely cares and hasn’t just said the same thing to 300 people already (which I’m sure he has). I say “I’m good! How are you?” But before he could really answer the stupid woman in charge of keeping things moving snaps at me “what are you having signed?!” to which I point at the scarf (that I’m having signed for Z since he’s getting the soccer ball signed) that Kasey was already signing at that very moment. She then realizes that she probably sounded pretty bitchy and says “Oh, ok. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t miss out” or something like that. Yeah, well guess what Lady. Now I have missed out. Missed out on a brief conversation and possibly deep, spiritual connection with an underwear model. Not cool.
And then I really didn’t get a chance to say anything to Kasey. Although I feel we must’ve had a subconscious connection, as we both wore our Seahawks hats yesterday. Kasey looked pretty hot, too, I must say. He was kinda scruffy and was wearing glasses – a feature that I have liked about guys since I was in highschool. Glasses get me. Anyway, we did smile at each other at least and Z and I thanked him as we took our stuff. The girl in front of Z was hogging Kasey and after he signed our ball the chick makes like she’s going to pick it up. Z grabs it and says “Um, that’s mine.” To which Kasey says “Sorry. Man, I don’t know” with a sort of shrug as if to say “it’s chaos. I don’t know what’s going on” in a funny sort of way so he and Z share a chuckle I guess. I don’t know, I was too busy bonding with Ljunberg and gettin’ ready to rumble with the hooker who interrupted us.
So anyway, we got the signatures on a ball and on Z’s scarf. I realized afterward that if I’d been thinking, I would’ve printed out pics that I’ve taken of them at the games and had them each sign them. D’oh! Maybe next time, I guess.
For your viewing pleasure, please enjoy these rushed-so-not-great-but-passable photos taken on my iphone:

(Thanks again to Google, who supplied me with this random photo of 3 random dudes modeling 3