In 1998-99, I was a freshmen at UConn. Rip Hamilton had injured his foot at some point and part of his rehab was to ride a bike around campus. First week of classes I minding my business when he crashes into me with his bike and we both go down. At first I was pissed and turned around to see Rip on the ground next to his bike. I apologized profusely for occupying space in his vicinity thinking that he was hurt and that I cost us a final four run.
My senior year, I was beyond sloppy at a nickel night at the Civic Pub when two of our players (will leave their names out even though it makes the story that much better) bumped into me and seemingly for no reason decided to hang with me the rest of the night and go to Huskies. To say I stuck out as not belonging is an understatement and I have always assumed one of the players lost a bet or something. But holy crap that was a fun night.