If you live in ACC country, as we have our entire lives, then Mike Gminski — better known simply as The G-Man — is pretty much synonymous with college hoops. Over the years, having heard him countless times throughout the basketball season, Jamie and I have developed a sort of G-Man impersonation that is surely only funny to us and is certainly nothing like the real G-Man. Basically, it involves speaking in a deep, sort of robotic voice and starting every sentence with “The G-Man” then inserting something about The G-Man. Example: “The G-Man breathes thin air. The G-Man is three time All-American. The G-Man enjoys imported beer. The G-Man is worldly.” Like I said, only funny to us.
I tell you all this nonsense about our infatuation with The G-Man to help you better understand how incredible it was when he walked into Mac’s last night, where Jamie and I were dining. Jamie was in Charlotte for the night on his way to Savannah, and as we’re stuffing our faces with pulled pork, I looked up, and there he was. The G-Man like BBQ:
Our conversation after the jump.
The G-Man was on his way out after enjoying his dinner, some of which you can see on his white shirt …
Me: Mr. Gminskii, do you think I could get a photo with you.
G-Man: You aren’t wanted in 10 states or anything, are you?
Me: Oh, no, no. Only in eight states, and North Carolina isn’t one of them.
We pose, take the above photo …
G-Man: What’s your name?
G-Man: No. What’s your full name?
Me: Chris Mottram
G-Man: OK. I’m gonna Google you and if you’re wanted, I’m gonna come after your ass!
Me: Don’t worry, I’m not. We love The G-Man!