Alanna's Perspective: It was 2013, and I was co-hosting San Antonio Living for the local NBC station, WOAI. The station happened to be the media sponsor for the local minor league baseball team, the San Antonio Missions. It was the last game of the season, and my turn to throw out the first pitch of the game. I show up with my folks and some girlfriends for support. Lo and behold, I almost make it to home plate, then make my way to the stands to enjoy the game. Some troll (a grouchy lady) ruined it by bullying my mother in the stands, to which my dad retrieved the closest "security guard" to help the situation. Jon walks over, handles the situation, and we decide to leave shortly after. I walked over to officer to thank him, caught his name and saw how handsome he was! As we left the stadium, I turned to my mom to let her know I thought the cop was cute...then I hear behind me, "I HEARD THAT!" Wow. Embarrassing. Jon heard me, BECAUSE WE WAS STALKING ME and walking behind us like a ninja ;) I turn around to ...what it looks like, him CRAWLING out of bushes like a weirdo. Well turns out "according" to Jon the troll from the stands was following us out, so Jon trailed us to make sure nothing happened. Regardless, I'm still mortified he heard me. Being the over confident twenty-something I was at the time, the best thing I thought to do, was own the moment and confront the cop who heard me for a photo. (Go look at this photo on the photo's page...it's the first pic) Trying to act cool, I let him know I'll tweet him the picture (it was 2013), "I don't have Twitter." I'll Facebook you..."I don't have Facebook." Then I dropped the pick up line of all pick-up lines. "Here, put your number in my phone and I'll text it to you." Easy peasy lemon squeezey. Ask Jon about his alternative ending to being a creepo, creeping in the bush behind us. :)