When I started my podcast, I made myself a promise. I promised that I would ask anyone and everyone to be a guest because the worst that could happen is they would say no. For a while, Deuce McAllister said no. It wasn't that he was rude or mean, or dismissive of the possibility, he just never said yes. A couple of nights ago, I was checking twitter, and I noticed that Deuce had just tweeted. I figured I would make a run at him one more time. I didn't want him to think of me as the kid who never stopped asking him to come on a podcast he never heard of (I am not even certain he knows what a podcast is), but I wanted to ask at least one more time. After the jump, Deuce says yes, two days of difficulties, and forty minutes with our boy, Deuce McAllister.
So, I decided to ask him one last time. I tweeted something like, "want to make a dream come true and record an interview with me?"
I put down the phone, waited, and really didn't think anything of it. A few minutes later, my iPhone started to vibrate and I realized that Deuce had responded, "Let's make it happen."
Another second later and I got an email saying that Deuce McAllister was following me on twitter. He opened up a line of communication for us to speak to each other privately, 140 characters at a time. We set up the logistics, and like the World's coolest cable company, Deuce agreed to be interviewed for The Sports-Casters sometime between 12-5 the next day.
After a long sleepless night filled with running what I would say over and over in my head, I finally got out of bed and got ready to interview Deuce freaking McAllister.I had some breakfast, got all set up, put my headphones on, did work on some other interviews I had planned, and I waited. 12:00 became 2:00 and I waited a little bit longer. I recorded an interview with Lee Jenkins from Sports Illustrated and then I did an interview with some guy from the Philadelphia Enquirer. Then I waited some more. Finally, I got a message from Deuce that said he would need just a little more time. So, I waited. I did another interview with Rob Pizzo from The Score on Sirius/Xm, I checked over my notes, and waited a little more.
At around 7:00, I got a message from Mr. McAllister. "Can we do this tomorrow at 1:00 Central time? I had a meeting go long."
At first, I was devastated. I sat in front of my microphone for over eight hours waiting for the chance to interview one of my heroes and I had to come to grips with the fact that it wasn't going to happen. After the shock wore off, I wrote back to Deuce "of course we can, I can't wait."
After another one of those anxious nights, I woke up sure that today was going to be the day that Deuce McAllister would be a guest on my podcast. At almost exactly 1:00, I got the tweet. Deuce was ready for me to give him a call and to answer whatever question I wanted to ask him.
The first fifteen minutes were awesome. Deuce was what I always imagined he would be. He was kind, honest, enthusiastic, and he made it seem like this was the most important interview he had ever done. Then my worst nightmare happened. About half way through the interview, I had just finished asking a question about the 2002 season, and Deuce cut out. The call dropped and he wasn't on the line anymore. We tried for fifteen minutes of so and just couldn't seem to get a clean connection.
I thought that would be it. It was enough trouble already, and honestly, I didn't want to have to ask him again to do something for me. We tried, he was great about it, and it just didn't work out. I was bummed. I listened to what I had about four times and tried to figure out if it was going to be worth something. Just when I thought all hope was lost, I got a tweet from Deuce. He said he would be free in forty-five minutes and would call me from a land line. I was stoked. I was blown away by Deuce and his kindness and the fact that he wasn't willing to let the interview end because cell phones cut out sometimes in New Orleans.
Forty-five minutes later I had my headphones on again and was talking to one of the greatest New Orleans Saints of all time. We had a clear connection and it went smooth the rest of the time. We talked about where he went on visits during the college recruiting process, his time at Ole Miss, being a rookie with Ricky Williams in the locker room, 9/11, the 2002 season, tearing an ACL, Katrina, Reggie Bush, and many other topics.
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