This one still hurts. I was Team Hopkins all the way. I had my girlfriend, who was getting autographs for me at The Greenbrier, at the very beginning of camp, get an autograph from Hopkins. She told him "my boyfriend says you're going to be the Saints' kicker!" (This, in spite of the fact that she knew so little about football that she had to ask me "why all these people were wearing shirts for number 9.")