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At work the guys and I were having a conversation about celebrities. I realize that I’ve physically run into two celebrities to the point that my collision caused me to spill my beverage on myself.
1. Ricky Steamboat, late 90s/early 200os.
During this time, he owned a gym in Cornelius, NC and I was delivering pizzas. I got coffee from a Cashion’s gas station on my way into my opening shift and as I left the building, I turned and ran directly into him, spilling my coffee on me and him. He was surprisingly cool about it and ran to his truck to get another “Ricky Steamboat Gym” polo shirt.
2. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. late 2002/early 2003 - winter.
Went to Coyote Joe’s for 1-2-3 night with a group of friends and it was my turn to buy drinks, so I went to the bar and bought four dollar beers. Once again, I turned around and bumped right into a guy as he was walking with his entourage toward the bar. It was Dale Jr. This time I dropped two beers, spilling them all over my legs and the floor of the bar. I apologized and one of his people shuffled me aside and asked where I was hanging out. A few minutes later, at a table with some friends, one of the bartenders walked over with two buckets of Bud Light bottles.
So does anyone else have similar stories?
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Not embarassing stories, but as a musician, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a few celebrities with they come to perform. Here I am with Charlie Daniels from a couple of years ago. I like that Earnhardt story, btw.
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Mercedes Ruehl almost spilled a drink on me in 2003. She smelled fantastic.
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The closest I have was being nearly run over by the McLaren M8A that Bruce drove in Can-Am. I mean, it was within inches of being hit by a Can-Am car going 35mph.
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I worked as a bouncer in a concert bar for years, so I’ve met some interesting people on their way up and on their way down. Jerry Cantrell of Alice in Chains was pretty cool. I had a drunken conversation with Jim Rose (of the Jim Rose Circus) at the bar on his book tour in 2009 or so.
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‘Twas New Years Eve, December 31, 2007. My friends and I went to some nightclub in Milwaukee to celebrate. One of them spotted Latrell Sprewell at the upstairs bar and shouted to our group, “hey let’s go talk shit to Latrell Sprewell!” Because talking shit to a retired basketball player who is famous for A) choking out his coach and B) signature shoes with spinning “rims” on the side, is always a good idea.
My friend and I went to the upstairs bar, and I saw through the fog of cigarette smoke and my own drunkenness, a tall guy with braided hair leaning against the wall, hanging out with a short guy in a track suit waving his hands around very animatedly.
I figured we’d hang out for a bit before anyone approached Mr. Sprewell, so I saddled up to the bar to order a drink. But I didn’t realize that my friend hadn’t joined me at the bar, and instead had gone directly to the talking shit to Latrell phase of the plan, if such a plan existed.
From across the bar, I saw my friend standing by Latrell Sprewell and his little track suit wearing friend. Mr. Track Suit was very upset about something. I assumed, correctly, that he was upset about something my friend had said. I headed over to them, acted like I wasn’t in on this whole shit-talking plan from the beginning, apologized profusely for whatever it is my friend said and passed it off as him being really drunk. I was, of course, so drunk I couldn’t see straight, but I got the sentence out. I think.
The next morning on our drive back to Madison, I had totally forgotten about the incident until my friend brought it back up over breakfast in some diner. I asked what exactly he said that made Latrell Sprewell’s track suit sidekick so mad. He responded,
“I just walked up to him and said, ‘hey Latrell, eat a dick.’”
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The only one that comes to mind was meeting Wynton marsalis a few years ago, what a stand up guy; Really impressed.
Well and we ran into Arnie after he bought his “Mr. Freeze” hummer in Idaho when I was a kid.
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Man, you should hear some of my dad’s stories from working as a DJ for Q95 in the early 80’s. He was the producer for the Bob & Tom Show for a while, even. Like the time he got told off by a drunken Joe Walsh. Or his interview with SRV a couple weeks before he died. And the time he interviewed Ringo Starr right after Lennon was killed (there were many guards carrying Uzis, apparently). He also had dinner with Elton John and his entourage.
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A long time ago I was at DFW, sprinting through the AA terminal to make a connection. Turned my head a second to see if the parental units were keeping up and as I started to look forward I ran straight into a guy and knocked him on his ass. I immediately issued a profuse apology and extended my hand to help the guy to his feet. He gets up and I realize I just knocked down Timothy Busfield (Little Big League, Field of Dreams, 30 Thirtysomething, West Wing). He was very cool about it and went on his way. We didn’t make the connection.
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I’m friends with Brian O’Halloran of Clerks fame. He’s a funny guy. His mom is funnier though.
She has a story about her sister ripping an autographed picture John Wayne gave her “And that’s when I punched that little twat in the neck.” Now imagine that coming from a tiny Irish woman in her 70s.
I’ve also seen Bruce Springsteen’s cock and balls. And sold him a pair of shoes. 2 separate occasions.
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Those shoes fucking rule.
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That’s damned funny. I’m from the 90s, so Clerks is one of those seminal funny movies that I watched over and over and over.
I’m almost curious as to how you’ve seen the Boss’ man-bits but I’ve been in gym locker rooms before.
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Work out world in Shrewsbury, NJ
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When I was four, my dad was playing Summerfest in Milwaukee on the same stage as Ringo Starr. All of Ringo’s gear was already setup on the stage alongside everyone else’s equipment and the stage manager was being a dick to my dad’s band. “No you can’t use that power strip, that’s
Ringo’s
power strip.” So my dad went the passive aggressive route and said to me, “Hey, do you want to go play on Ringo’s drum set?” So I got to sit at Ringo’s drum set and hit a few drums and cymbals. Not sure what the fallout of it was but it wasn’t anything major other than satisfaction for my dad.