So I received word from my partner guy that Nicky was at Velocity Sports Performance in Alexandria. By the time I got there, he was gone. So were his pursuers. The staff had been wondering about those guys. They had just been sitting there in the parking lot all through Nicky's workout.
Velocity President and Owner and Bog reader Stuart Van Houten was happy to see me. Very happy. "The Messiah is here!!!!!" he said when he saw me. Me and Stuart, it turns out, are old friends. George Mason big man Jai Lewis had trained at this same Velocity when he was trying out for the NFL, helped by former Redskins TE Leonard Stephens. Good people.
Anyhow, Nick had been at Velocity with some teammates: Troy Perkins, Clyde Simms, Jamil Walker, Jeff Carroll and Devon McTavish. They had just finished an intense game of soccer tennis, sans Nick, when I showed up. And they were, perhaps, less happy than Stuart to see me.
"Do you ever leave us alone?" Troy asked. Great question.
Anyhow, they were all interested to hear about the Most Dangerous Water Gun game. Troy had been following the game via DC101, but didn't know that Nicky was the final target. None of the players did. He was excited.
"He knows a lot of people in this area, he could probably get away with it, but these guys are serious," Troy said. "This is gonna be awesome."
Clyde told me that Nicky had gone to Tower Records in Annandale, so I headed there. My sort of partner told me that Nicky had first stopped off at Boston Market (like Bryan Muir!!!!), at which point my partner asked him for his autograph and told him to enjoy eating out while he still could.
Tower Records was having a going out of business sale. One of the other stalkers was inside the store watching Nicky. A third, unknown but scary-looking guy in a tan Mazda was double parked in the loading zone outside the store. I found out a few personal details about my partner, which I can't disclose. I asked him if he had become famous.
"It's definitely 15 seconds of mild local-radio fame, which is kind of fun," he said.
I told him they were all crazy.
"No kidding," he said.
Finally, Nicky emerged, laughing when he saw me. The stalkers asked him how fast he can run. "I'm sure faster than you guys," he said, laughing again. He wished us all good luck and then sped off in his Audi. I jumped into my partner's vehicle and off we went, nearly crashing with the guy in the Mazda. We kept cutting him off, and he kept cutting us off as we sped through Northern Virginia: Little River Turnpike, Braddock Road, Columbia Pike, Gallows Road. Finally we arrived at his house: two stalkers, and an unknown Mazda. The neighbors laughed. A third stalker with a friend was already here. One stalker began chatting with the neighbors. Others began chatting with each other, or with each others' friends. Nick brought in his garbage cans. Nick let out his dogs. Nick brought in his dogs. We drove around to the back street to watch.
Now I'm sitting here, staring at the back of Nick Rimando's house. The stalkers can start shooting him with water in 18 minutes.