I ran right into him when I was a kid. Laraque was with the Oilers organization back in the day, and when Hamilton first got the Bulldogs (circa 1996-1997), he was playing with them. He was injured or something and was walking around the arena during periods and intermissions this one particular game. I had to go pee really bad and was running to the washroom well ahead of my dad, and while running head-down à la Molinaro, I smacked into Laraque's leg.
That was the only time I got to brush shoulders, or make patella-to-forehead contact, with hockey greatness.