Definitely not a "fifteen minute of fame" moment but your story reminded me of a similar story. When I was in college I worked at a bar in Houghton, MI. One night there was a disruption (not an uncommon occurrence) and a few guys were squared off with each other. Our bouncers were outnumbered so a couple of us went over the bar to lend a hand. One of the combatants was a local guy who at that time a defensive lineman for NMU's football team (he later went on to play on a Grey Cup winning team in the CFL and played nose tackle for the Miami Dolphins for a few years). I ended up behind him and thought I'd put him in a full nelson to get him under control . . . . only one problem. I was six to eight inches short of being able to connect my hands behind his neck. My first thought was "Oops this might have been a mistake."
I was right . . . he threw my 200# across the bar like I was a raggedy Andy.
I've been on the ice and played Hockey with both Mr. Gordy Howe and Mr. Alex Delvecchio though (both off whose numbers have been retired by the Detroit Red Wings. The Gordie Howe occurrence happened when I was playing beer league in Traverse City. We were in the dressing room suiting up for a game and the door opens and in walks Gordie Howe. He says something to the effect of "I'm sorry to bother you but the all star weekend is approaching and I've been asked to play in the old timers game. Would you guys mind if I suited up and skated with you? I need to get in some conditioning." The funny thing is he asked like he was posing some sort of imposition and fully expecting us to say no . . . like any one would have said no to skating with Gordie Howe. Just a super human being and man, he was in his 60s then and still could get up and down the ice.
I was lucky enough to get invited to play in a Red Wings fundraising Alumni game in Gaylord once and Alex Delvecchio was playing with the alumni. During the course of the game I was covering Mr. Delvecchio in front of our net when a pass came through. I went to lift his stick and wifted on it catching him right across the bridge of the nose and actually drew blood. I stopped, turned to him and said "Oh no, I'm so sorry! Are you alright Alex?" He looked at me, pointed into the corner where the puck had gone and growled "Go get the puck!" and proceeded to chase me into the corner. I may have the dubious distinction of drawing the last blood from Alex Delvecchio due to a high stick. He too would have been in his mid 60's then and could still play at that time.