>>15768501I met the crippler Chris Benoit at a big cat preserve of all places a mile down the road, I was so nervous I couldn’t say anything and I walked off and my dad asked are you sure you don’t want an autograph. I ran back and he let me interrupt the next kid and signed my hat and shook my hand. Still have it today. It’s bizarre to think I looked into the eyes of a killer, never would have suspected.
