Stitch and Pitch

I met the Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, the Yarn Harlot, before the game.
Here's about how it went:

me: I'm so pleased to meet you. I read your blog every day.
YH: Every day!? Even the days I don't blog?

me: (now flustered) Well, every day you do blog. I used to read your blog aloud to my Mom. She enjoyed it, especially about the sock scavenger hunt.
YH: That's nice to hear.

me: (taking my Traveler's sock out of my knitting bag) Can I have a picture taken with you holding my sock?
YH: (looking my sock) This sock is righteous! What's the pattern?

me: (extremely flustered now) Traveler's Socks by Nancy Bush.
YH: (holding up my sock) Oh, you can tell a Nancy Bush pattern anywhere. That's good work. You have to hold my sock for the picture. It's only fair.

me: (examining her sock): Nice ebony needles. Lantern Moons like mine?
YH: No, [names a different needle brand].

Gavin takes the picture and I return her sock to her, with thanks. Hmm, sounds innocuous enough, but I can't escape the feeling that I was awkward and nervous while she graciously admired my sock.

A loud cheer went through our section of the dome when the Yarn Harlot took to the field to throw a ceremonial pitch. Her throw was short but kudos to her for giving it her best. Imagine how nerve-wracking that must have been!