Tonight, Phil walked into the house from the garage and exclaimed "an all-pro running back is talking to Coach B in his driveway down the street."

The next thing I knew, Perry was racing to grab anything he could find so he could run down to meet him. He speaks the football language of his father, and he needed no prompting as to who his father might be talking about.

He came upstairs after grabbing his father's prized authentic football helmet, rummaged around in the junk drawer for a sharpie and took off down the street to meet the one and only Priest Holmes, the Chiefs running back who just this week "suited up" against those nasty Raiders.

So anyway, Perry runs down the street to Coach B's house and after just a few minutes comes running back down the street, signed helmet in hand. "So, what did you say to him?" we excitedly asked. "Would you sign this please" followed by a "Nice to meet you" was his simple response. Seems Perry was more than just a bit "star-struck" meeting one of the greatest - if not the greatest - running backs in KC Chiefs history. He simply did not know what to say. "Well, I thought about saying 'Hook-em Horns, but I couldn't remember where he went to college at that moment." (Hook'em Horns being what fans of the University of Texas' say).

Perry's quote: "It felt like my heart was beating so fast because I was meeting the great Priest Holmes!!"

What a small moment of excitement that Perry will likely remember forever. That's the best part of the whole thing - the memory for Perry.

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