As is usual for Thursday afternoons, I was sitting around today getting pitied on the PS2 by Mr. T. and taste testing whatever Tiffani Amber Thiessen happened to be baking in the kitchen, when who showed up at my door but Def Leppard’s drummer, Rick Allen.

Seriously. I haven’t seen Rick since probably 1986 when we tried to form a side project called “Jam Band Joey,” which was relatively short-lived when we both admitted that we hated jam bands. And twenty years later, here he was at my door.

After having a couple of Tiffany’s muffins and reminiscing a bit, I happen to mention to Rick that my friend Pete was out of work with a shoulder injury. I told him what a pain it was to channel Lorne Greene to get him to sign something to cheer Pete up, when Rick, the total kick-ass guy that he is, said that he would be glad to sign a picture for Pete. The only thing that I had to promise was not to tell Def Leppard’s singer, Joe Elliot, about Pete’s ailment the next time he called. I promised, and he made me promise again, which I did, and he gave me this picture leaving me and T to finish our championship game…

Don’t ask me how he found out, but within hours, I got an e-mail from Joe Elliot with a picture attached requesting that I forward it to Pete, as well.

So, Pete, If you’re reading, all of your friends and half of Def Leppard wish you a speedy recovery.

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