Stone Cold Steve Austin is the biggest man I’ve ever seen in real life. Everything about the retired pro- wrestler screams huge . From where I’m sitting, over by the milk, his shoulders appear to have their own gravitational field underneath his form-fitting black shirt; his biceps recall boulders, or perhaps one of the Rocky Mountains with its top smoothed over; his hands, surprisingly nimble, are like the buckets on backhoes. Massive. But Austin seems nervous. Something has the big man shaken.