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Rick wrote:My crew chief told us a story that when he worked in Boston, everyone knew that he was a huge Lauren Hutton fan. Why, I don't know. but he said one day one of his co-workers there came up to him and said Richie, you'll never guess who's standing in the book store upstairs, and Richie said "NOOOOOO!" with big eyes, and they guy said yep, she's up there right now. So off Richie goes, to the book store and lo and behold, there she was, leafing through a book. He figured this was his one and only shot, so he walked straight up to her and said "Ms. Hutton, I love you!" and he said she looked him right in the eyes and said "Fuck off!"![]()
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conversationpc wrote:Rick wrote:My crew chief told us a story that when he worked in Boston, everyone knew that he was a huge Lauren Hutton fan. Why, I don't know. but he said one day one of his co-workers there came up to him and said Richie, you'll never guess who's standing in the book store upstairs, and Richie said "NOOOOOO!" with big eyes, and they guy said yep, she's up there right now. So off Richie goes, to the book store and lo and behold, there she was, leafing through a book. He figured this was his one and only shot, so he walked straight up to her and said "Ms. Hutton, I love you!" and he said she looked him right in the eyes and said "Fuck off!"![]()
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Jeremey wrote:Ha, whoops...Didn't see that in the other forum. Carry on then.
Rick wrote:The nicest person I've ever met was Tom Landry. He may not be a celebrity to a lot of you, but he sure is here. He was walking along carrying a suit case in each hand, by himself. I approached him and he sat his luggage down and shook my hand and acted genuinely appreciative that I took the time to speak to him. He signed an autograph for me and chatted for a few minutes and said he had to catch a flight, and off he went.
Panther wrote:Rick wrote:The nicest person I've ever met was Tom Landry. He may not be a celebrity to a lot of you, but he sure is here. He was walking along carrying a suit case in each hand, by himself. I approached him and he sat his luggage down and shook my hand and acted genuinely appreciative that I took the time to speak to him. He signed an autograph for me and chatted for a few minutes and said he had to catch a flight, and off he went.
^^ This! OMG Rick, what a dream that is. I've met a lot of the guys from that era (I will never forget the day Staubach visited my pop - nor will I ever live it down), but meeting THE man himself. Yer my hero!
Fact Finder wrote:I was drinking in the Capitol Hill Holiday Inn Sports Bar in D.C. in 1998. I struck up a convo with a British gent named Tony. We somehow hit it off and closed the bar down. The next day I did my business and returned to the bar and Tony was there. I ambled over and off we went again till closing. Next morning at breakfast, I saw his friend and asked, where's Tony. He looked at me funny and says "oh..Tony won't be up for breakfast" I asked why not? and he said, "Do you know who he is" and I say no, and he then tells me it is Tony Kaye from Yes. I was speechless. We actually remained friends and in contact from 1998 till 2001 and I haven't talked to him since. I do have his number somewhere.And this pic from when we met up again in DC in 2001..
Oh, and he is one cool dude.
conversationpc wrote:I've never really run into a celebrity in "real" life but I did get to briefly speak to Robby Steinhardt, violinist for Kansas, after a Kansas show back around 2000. He was nice enough I saw him at least one other time at the Indiana State Fair a year or two after that talking with a group of fans before the REO Speedwagon set and right before theirs.
No Surprize wrote:Growing up in florida and going to spring training games was what me & my dad did all the time. From Lauderdale, palm beach, winter haven, bradenton, Vero beach and around, we went to spring training games and I got a ton of autographs on baseballs. And back then going to these games, you could practically sit anywhere you wanted, not a lot of people attended these games like they do now. I would see players who weren't playing at the concession stand, or juts hanging outside and get them. More often though, it would be during the game or afterwards when they're coming out of the clubhouse, getting on the bus and heading out. MY 3 biggest prizes were 1. 1975, I got nearly every autograph of the Big Red machine during and after a game against the Red Sox in Winter Haven on a foul ball I had gotten. From Concepcion, Griffey sr., Seaver, Bench, Foster , Rose, and Morgan, they are all there. From that same game, we had gotten a program of the game (back then they were only sheets of paper stapled together) and during the game, hanging over the Red sox dugout for what seemed like a dozen different times, Bernie Carbo grabbed it, took it inside the dugout and came back with everyone's autograph on it. Lynn, Rice, Tiant, Pterocilli, Yaz, Fisk. Also, during a game in palm beach, got all the Orioles of that team, Palmer, Baylor, Blair, Hendricks, Thte two Robinson's. I tell you one motherfucker, who if I ever run into him, I'll slap the shit out of him and I don't care how old he is now. In Vero, ran up to catch Tommy Lasorda(he was riding in a golf cart). It stopped and I made it up to his side and asked him for his autograph and he said "Get the fuck away from me kid". Man, I was totally hurt. I mean, I was never cussed at by an adult before(I was only 9 or 10 at the time) and it bought tears to my eyes. My dad was so fucking mad that we just left and never went back to vero. The one band I got backstage was on their second go around through Orlando on the Hysteria tour. Backstage, got to meet the band and autograph my Hysteria shirt, even Clarky's!
Journey/Survivor wrote:No Surprize wrote:Growing up in florida and going to spring training games was what me & my dad did all the time. From Lauderdale, palm beach, winter haven, bradenton, Vero beach and around, we went to spring training games and I got a ton of autographs on baseballs. And back then going to these games, you could practically sit anywhere you wanted, not a lot of people attended these games like they do now. I would see players who weren't playing at the concession stand, or juts hanging outside and get them. More often though, it would be during the game or afterwards when they're coming out of the clubhouse, getting on the bus and heading out. MY 3 biggest prizes were 1. 1975, I got nearly every autograph of the Big Red machine during and after a game against the Red Sox in Winter Haven on a foul ball I had gotten. From Concepcion, Griffey sr., Seaver, Bench, Foster , Rose, and Morgan, they are all there. From that same game, we had gotten a program of the game (back then they were only sheets of paper stapled together) and during the game, hanging over the Red sox dugout for what seemed like a dozen different times, Bernie Carbo grabbed it, took it inside the dugout and came back with everyone's autograph on it. Lynn, Rice, Tiant, Pterocilli, Yaz, Fisk. Also, during a game in palm beach, got all the Orioles of that team, Palmer, Baylor, Blair, Hendricks, Thte two Robinson's. I tell you one motherfucker, who if I ever run into him, I'll slap the shit out of him and I don't care how old he is now. In Vero, ran up to catch Tommy Lasorda(he was riding in a golf cart). It stopped and I made it up to his side and asked him for his autograph and he said "Get the fuck away from me kid". Man, I was totally hurt. I mean, I was never cussed at by an adult before(I was only 9 or 10 at the time) and it bought tears to my eyes. My dad was so fucking mad that we just left and never went back to vero. The one band I got backstage was on their second go around through Orlando on the Hysteria tour. Backstage, got to meet the band and autograph my Hysteria shirt, even Clarky's!
I met Bernie Carbo back in 1994. He invited me to stay at his house with him and his wife for a few days because he knew that I was a huge Baseball fan, and that I wanted to go to spring training. I had to head back home though, because I had to go back to work a couple of days later.
Bernie Carbo is a very nice guy!
*Laura wrote:About a couple weeks ago I had a "close encounter of the 3rd kind" with Jay Leno. He was driving very slowly on the 101, showing off one of his many vintage cars, hood down and famous chin up.We got to drive next to him, real close, and I was on the passenger's seat looking straight at him. I rolled down the window and waved at him, grinning like a banshee. He saw me, waved back and grinned like a banshee too. haha...I yelled: "Jay, you look great!" and he yelled back: "You too!". We both laughed and I pulled out my camera (never go anywhere without it) asking him if I can take a pic and he yelled: "Only one?" , then he started posing for me, making all kinds of faces!
The only problem was that the batteries decided to fuck me over right then and the camera died, so I pretended to take a few pictures while cussing in my mind. Kept a smile on and thanked him for allowing me to take pics. I didn't take not even one pic, dammit!
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But all in all it was fun and he was cool.
*Laura wrote:About a couple weeks ago I had a "close encounter of the 3rd kind" with Jay Leno. He was driving very slowly on the 101, showing off one of his many vintage cars, hood down and famous chin up.We got to drive next to him, real close, and I was on the passenger's seat looking straight at him. I rolled down the window and waved at him, grinning like a banshee. He saw me, waved back and grinned like a banshee too. haha...I yelled: "Jay, you look great!" and he yelled back: "You too!". We both laughed and I pulled out my camera (never go anywhere without it) asking him if I can take a pic and he yelled: "Only one?" , then he started posing for me, making all kinds of faces!
The only problem was that the batteries decided to fuck me over right then and the camera died, so I pretended to take a few pictures while cussing in my mind. Kept a smile on and thanked him for allowing me to take pics. I didn't take not even one pic, dammit!
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But all in all it was fun and he was cool.
Fact Finder wrote:I was drinking in the Capitol Hill Holiday Inn Sports Bar in D.C. in 1998. I struck up a convo with a British gent named Tony. We somehow hit it off and closed the bar down. The next day I did my business and returned to the bar and Tony was there. I ambled over and off we went again till closing. Next morning at breakfast, I saw his friend and asked, where's Tony. He looked at me funny and says "oh..Tony won't be up for breakfast" I asked why not? and he said, "Do you know who he is" and I say no, and he then tells me it is Tony Kaye from Yes. I was speechless. We actually remained friends and in contact from 1998 till 2001 and I haven't talked to him since. I do have his number somewhere.And this pic from when we met up again in DC in 2001..
Oh, and he is one cool dude.
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