Since we have time for a Rick Majerus story:
My dad was a student at Ball State when Majerus was the coach there. He and his buddies would run into Majerus all the time at Tony's Locker Room (local bar). Majerus would call them by name, tell stories, and often foot their bill.
The best part: every time Rick went to Tony's, he would order not one, not two, but three orders of full-sized nachos. All for himself. And would absolutely demolish them.
Rest peacefully, you lovable glutton.