Conference 7.286::sports_91

    John Tudor and I both grew up in Peabody.  We went to the same
    elementary school and he was a year ahead of me.  He stayed in the
    public school system and I went to a Catholic HS, but our teams played
    against each other and I worked for the summer league (Legion and
    above) teams he played for.  John was never better than the #3 pitcher
    on his HS team and went to the local community college prior to
    attending Georgia Southern as a walk-on.  He's never forgotten his
    roots and does an incredible amount of fund-raising for youth baseball
    programs in Peabody.  Even while playing in the majors he'd always be
    home for the big Thanksgiving Day football game and he'd be there
    hanging out with his buddies like he'd never made it big.
    
    While in college, we had several guys who went on and made it in the
    pros for a while, but the two biggest names I knew were Jeff Reardon
    and Rick Pitino.  All right, so Rick never made it in the pros as a
    player but he's one hell of a successful coach.
    
    John

    I can't say that anyone from Maynard ever made it REALLY big in the
    sporting world.  One of my fondest memories as a kid was being an usher
    at my uncles wedding.  I was kind of in awe of this rather large guy
    there.  My uncle introduced me to him, and he turned out to be Rob
    Tucker who was then playing for the Lowell Giants (back when minor
    league football was in its heyday).  I was his shadow for the rest of
    the day.  He later went on to play for the NY Giants and turned out to 
    be one of the better tight ends of the early 70s.  Turns out his wife 
    taught in the Acton public schools with my aunt.  I haven't the
    slighest idea what he's doing now though.
    
    					Steve

    	I met two Dallas Cowboys back in the '70s.
    
    	I met Rayfield Wright at Love Field (pre-DFW days) in
    	Dallas, TX, on Monday evening, September 24, 1973. I
    	know the date exactly because my oldest daughter was
    	born on the previous Friday, September 21, 1973. I
    	was waiting for my MIL (mother-in-law) when this huge
    	fella walked up beside me. Someone yelled, "Hey Rayfield,
    	I saw you on TV yesterday!" Of course, I knew it had
    	to be Rayfield Wright. We talked a little bit. Seemed
    	like a nice fella.
    
    	Just a few months later, I was playing golf at Cedar Crest
    	(I believe). There was this humongous fella ahead of us
    	waiting to tee off. He walked up and handed us a personalized
    	golf ball. "This ball is the property of Jethro Pugh." He
    	was very pleasant, laughing and carrying on. As I said, he
    	was humongous. He said he weighed about 280 lbs at the
    	moment, although he didn't look fat. Just huge.
    
    	Scott

    I spent the summer of 1986 on site at the Philadelphia Eagles' front
    office and at their training camp in West Chester, PA.
    
    Helped them set up the ALL-IN-1 networked MicroVAX systems that Digital
    gave to each of the NFL teams.
    
    Talk about a dream assignment.
    
    Bob Hunt

    My wife left John Tudor to marry me.
    
    Honest.
    
    Mark.

    
    I once spent a week with Christie Brinkley in a hunting lodge in
    northern Maine while her husband was on tour.
    
    You guys won't tell Billy, willya?
    
    Dickstah
    

>    My wife left John Tudor to marry me.
>    
>    Honest.
>    
>    Mark.

Well, I'd hate to dispute this, but I heard it was the other way around.
*You* left John Tudor to marry your wife ;^) ;^) ;^) ;^)

    Anybody know if the old OURGNG::SPORTS file can be made accessible so's
    I can re-post my famous 'Close Encounter of the Dean Kind' note?
    
    
    - ACC Chris

       Careful Chris, you'll have to buy new shorts agin if you do that!
                                        Denny

       I went to High School with golfer Pat Bradley.
                                    Denny

    I threw out Rich Gedman (St. Peter's) at the plate in a high school game.  
    The fool tried to score from 2nd base on a base hit to left.  Ron Darling 
    also (St. John's) played in our league, but was then an infielder.
    
    It's amazing how much luck comes to play in making the bigs.  (The
    late) Brian McNally from Lunenburg, Brian Ryder from Shrewsbury, Mike
    McEvilly from West Boylston and Dick Freda of Leominster were all better 
    ball players than either Darling or Gedman, yet they never made it
    passed collegiate or AAA ball.
    
    Mark.
    

    	I went to undergraduate school at Abilene Christian U.
    	in Abilene, TX. Three of my classmates were:
    
    		Wilbert Montgomery (Eagles)
    		Cleotha Montgomery (Raiders)
    		Johnny Perking     (Giants)
    
    	Scott
    
    	PS: The infamous Clint Longley (Cowboys) went to ACU, as
    	    did Bill Olson (world-class pole vaulter)

    I grew up in Winthrop,Mass about a block away from Mike Eruzione of
    1980 Lake Placid hockey fame. I'm a year older and we both hung around
    in the same crowd of kids until we went to high school. He went to
    Winthrop High and I went to dom Savio. Through the years we have
    run into each other occasionally and bs'd over a few brews at local
    Winthrop functions. He really is a small town guy,still lives in
    Winthrop and hanhs around the town with his closest friends. None
    of that post-Olympic fame crap went to his head and he still pinches
    himself that he was fortunate enough to have made that team,never mind
    win the Gold Medal. Besides doing hockey color commentary and special
    events for networks,he gives inspirational speeches to companies all
    across the country. He is humorously referred to in Winthrop as
    "America's Guest" for all the speeches,money-intake,etc.that comes
    from his past glory days. He is still a down to earth good guy.
    
    MikeL
    
    PS. He's a helluva golfer,too. Kicked my butt in golf from the
    first time we swung a club at the local Winthrop Golf Club.
    

    I've run with, and talked to Bill Rodgers, Jack Fultz (winner of Boston
    Marathon in 1976 (?)), and went to NU with Bruce Bickford, olympian and
    #1 ranked 10K man in the world a few years ago.  
    
    jd

   I boxed with Muhammad Ali (but he was Cassius Clay at that time).

Mike JN

�   I boxed with Muhammad Ali (but he was Cassius Clay at that time).
�
�Mike JN
    
    That explains alot!

    
    	I went to high school with Pat Bradley's younger brother. Also, I
    played intramural basketball in college with Reggie Lewis. Honest. Real
    nice guy. I've also played pickup with Tracey Mitchell, Ricky Bell in
    Lowell and with Skip Barry up in Nashua. Reggie is a real nice guy, the
    others were kinda jerks. 
    
    
    
    						Dana

    	In 108.13...
    
    		Johnny Perking should be Johnny Perkins
    
    	Scott

    
    	I drank Molson's with Mark Lefebvre once!  He even let Hoot
    	and DD sit at his table.  :^)
    	
    	Claybroon

    I met Peter Ueberoth (sp?) at Logan one day. I was on my way to LA for
    a vaca when we were in line for the detecters. I said to my friend that
    this guy standing in front of him looked like Peter Ueberoth. After
    whispering for a couple of minutes about whether or not it was him, he
    turned around and said he was. He had been the commencement speaker at 
    Holy Cross and was on his way to San Jose. We took the same flight to
    Denver. Of course, he sat in first class. When we left the plane, he
    said bye and that was it. Seemed like a nice guy, wasn't to stuck up
    like I expected him to be. Guess I shoulda asked for his autograph but
    I didn't. Oh well.
    
    
    
    Phil
    

    	I met Bum Phillips recently at a New Year's Party thrown by a 
    friend/co-worker.  Turns out that he was dating one of his teammates'
    mom.  Bum & Shirley(I think that's her name was) were visiting Wade
    & Co. from Okla.  Well Glenn(friend's name) loves to play practical
    jokes, so when he introduces Bum I'm thinking 'yeah, I'm not gonna fall
    for this one.'  Took me 10 minutes to be convinced that it was really
    Bum Phillips.  We talked a good while about life after coaching, Earl
    Campbell, etc.  Said he doesn't miss coaching a bit.  A very down-to-earth 
    and friendly guy.  
    
    	Met Dominique Wilkins at Tabor Center in Denver a few years back
    while the Hawks were in town.  I'm perusing thru the magazine rack and
    I see these tall guys with red sweatsuits walk by.  Has to be 
    either a pro or college b-ball team I thought.  So I followed them 
    over to the area where all the resturants are and recognized 'Nique. 
    Got his autograph, and wished them luck against the Nuggets(Hawks
    won).  I'd imagine he's a warmer individual when away from the
    pressures of being a 'star'.  He seemed like he was 'goin thru the 
    motions.    
    
    
    						 glen j.  

I met the late Buddy Rich one time.

It was in 1986, and I was in the Munich airport, returning home from
a week long business trip for DEC.  I'd know Buddy's band had done
a gig the night before in Munich.

Anyway, as I'm funneling down into the chute where the pat-down search
was conducted, Buddy is in front of me.  Well, I followed him and
about six of his band members to the gate, where we waited for the
shuttle bus to the plane.  

When we got on the shuttle bus we were the only ones on it, and I 
struck up a conversation, beginning by asking when their next gig
in Connecticut was.  It turns out that their first gig back was
in New Haven.  

I mentioned to Buddy that I'd seen him in West Hartford in 1980, and
he remembered the gig, and started telling some stories about the
logistics of that performance.

I shook hands with him as we got on the plane.  He went to First class,
I went to Business class (back in the days when you were treated like
a human when travelling for DEC) and his band went to coach. 
I thought "comforts of a star".  

After takeoff, Buddy went back to coach and hung out with his band almost
the entire trip.  I was impressed by that.

When he died of a brain tumor recently, I couldn't help but be bummed out....

'Saw

 A couple of years ago, 1988, my assignment was on site at Du Pont's
 corporate MIS department in Wilmington, Delaware.
 
 Du Pont held a three-day business meeting in the oceanside resort town of
 Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina.   My plane landed in Wilmington, North
 Carolina, on a Sunday night and I drove a rental car out to the hotel. 
 Checked in, grabbed the keys, went for the elevator, ho hum, you know,
 routine business trip.  Same old faces just a different place.
 
 Elevator stops on my floor, door opens and three guys are standing there. 
 And the middle one is Howie Mandel.
 
 I step out with this stunned look on my face and I said "Howie!  Hey, how
 are you ???"  He said "Fine."   I said "Hey, I loved your show."  He said
 thanks and we shook hands and he and his pals were gone.  I don't know if
 he knew that I was specifically referring to St. Elsewhere as opposed to,
 you know, one of his HBO specials or something else.  I was very
 tongue-tied with the shock of seeing a famous face where and when I
 absolutely least expected it.
 
 Next morning, I told some of the Du Pont folks I was with and I was
 answered with general skepticism.   Later that night, we were all hanging
 out in the lobby waiting for I forget what and he got out of a cab in
 front and trudged on through the lobby and on up to his room.   I smiled
 at him and he smiled back and now the Du Pont disbelievers had the shocked
 faces this time. 
 
 The only explanation we could come up with is that the Wilmington, NC area
 for some reason is a very popular movie-making location.  I think Francis
 Ford Coppola has a studio there.  Maybe it's Dino DeLaurentis.  Anyway,
 I'll never forget that shocked feeling.
 
 Bob Hunt
 
 P.S.  When Dan'l Medvid gets back in here after his trip, hopefully he'll
 tell the story again where he unknowingly met, danced and then fell in
 love with Rosanna Arquette in a Charlotte night club.

    Anybody know if the old OURGNG::SPORTS file can be made accessible so's
    I can re-post my famous 'Close Encounter of the Dean Kind' note?
    
    
    - ACC Chris
    

    RE -1
    
    What Chris, the meeting of your life and you can't remember it or are
    you afraid that in typical Smif' smile, you'll choke trying to repeat
    what you obviously think was a good note.....:-) 

Chris,

I mailed this back to you, didn't I? I assure you, however, that it was
put into the bit bucket shortly thereafter.

TTom

 The best noters extract and save their best notes.  Especially in a
 conference that turns itself over every single year.
 
 Choke noters forget and let 'em flush it.
 
 Once again, Carolina chokes in the clutch.
 
 Bob Hunt

    Bob,
    	Dan'l danced with Roseanna Arquette. My all-time lust fantasy!
    I hope he tells the story that lucky SOB
    
    MikeL
    

    re .25 (ACC Chris):
    
    Your best bet would probably be to send mail to former host moderator
    Jeff Riggen at OURGNG::RIGGEN, he'd know what the story is with the old
    file.
    
    
    py

    Being the conscience sort I purge my mail directories regularly.
    
    Could one of the hundred or so people I forwarded that mail message to
    please forward it back to me?
    
    Thanks in advance,
    
    
    - ACC Chris

    
    I have two meetings with the famous....
    
    About 10 years ago, I was a volunteer worker for the International
    Special Olympics and one of the jobs that I pulled was to be a personal
    escort for all the stars and VIP's that were there.  Some of the people
    that I ferried around in my golf cart were:  Hank Aaron, Phil Donahue,
    Susan St. James, Christopher Reeve, Maureen McCormick(Marcia Brady), 
    Sally Struthers, the Buffalo Jills Cheerleaders(I like that one) and
    a whole host of others.... Most of these people wanted to go backroads
    to stay away from the public but I did have one VIP that was different.
    
    Muhammad Ali...
    
    Now I was flabbergasted when I went to the tent to pick him up(no one
    had told me who I was getting) and I was in such shock that I couldn't
    talk(he was an idol of mine).  Well he saw that I was like that and
    cracked some jokes and put me at ease.  When I told him of the route I
    was taking him(backroads), he said that he never hides and that he
    wanted to be out with his people(to Ali, everyone is his people).  He 
    attracted a crowd of about 3000 people, patiently signed autographs and
    than went off to visit with some of the special olympians.  When the 
    day was over, I got his autograph and sparred(air boxing) a round with
    him.  He did throw one jab at me, at what I would assume full speed,
    that stopped about two inches from my face(I saw my life pass before my
    eyes) and the look on my face made Ali break out in laughter.
    
    He was the most amazing person that I've ever met.  It was truly
    inspiring to see the look on people's faces that he met.  A truly great
    man.
    
    My other famous person that I know through my Dad's family is Bobby
    Knight, another very good person who's image is biased by the
    media(report the bad, ignore the good).  I won't go into details but
    he is constantly doing good deeds for the betterment of the community
    or the individaul(Ex.  Donates over $150,000 a year to the Indiana
    Library, gave Landon Turner $65,000 out of his own pocket after his
    accident, is involved in numerous charitable orginazations, etc.)
    
    Cap

    At the Southern Comfort Great Shooters Contest in Denver I met Jerry
    West, Dick Vitale, and Ray Meyer (said George Mikan (sp) was the
    greatest player he ever coached.). 
    
    After a Nugget-Laker game last year, I met Byron scott, James Worthy,
    Vlade divic and A.C. Green along with a bunch of Nuggets, Lever, Adams, 
    English, etc. at a downtown bar owned by Fat Lever and Mike Harden.
    

    I met Mel King, who ran unsuccessfully for Mayor of Boston in the early
    80s. I did an interview with him for my college newspaper. Very down to
    earth guy, and genuinely concerned about urban problems.
    
    I worked at John Smith's (former Pats kicker) soccer camp several years
    ago when he was still kicking. I also met Hubert Volsinger, former
    German national team player and coach of the NY Cosmos there. Smith is a 
    very nice guy. He now runs an indoor soccer facility in Milford, Mass.
     
    I was part of Rickey Henderson's audience before a game in 1989 spring 
    training (when he was still with the Yankees), and even got to ask him
    what he thought about Dallas Green. Very entertaining man.
     
    I also met Bump Wills, Maury's son and Tom Greive, Texas GM, when they
    were in AA ball for the Pittsfield Rangers, as well as some of their much 
    less famous teammates.
    
    Tom 

With the AA New Britain Red Sox here closeby, I've also met
some of the Sox on their way up.

I used to talk with Steve "Psycho" Lyons regularly.  He was a very
down to earth guy, who was always a lot of fun.

I saw Cory Snyder come through several times a year.


Great fun to go to those ballgames.  Hotdogs, beer, seats close
to the action.  Young ballplayers hustling in the summer heat.

(Or as Franz would say):
Young, burly, manly ballplayers, with tight young ballplayers
buttocks....Young, manly ball players buttocks sweating in the
summer heat......;^) 

'Saw

    
    I once impersonated Johnny Bucyk for an evening.
    
    My friends an I had gone down to the Big Apple for a hellraiser
    weekend, and we found this sports shop that had replica hockey shirts. 
    This was the only place we had ever seen them, so I scooped up a Broons
    shirt, and naturally had to show it off at the next Merrimack home
    game.
    
    Now, I had had a few, and was at the urinal when this little kid next
    to me says, "Hey, mister, you play for the Bruins?" (Mister, yet!  I
    was only 21 or so at the time!).  "Whatcha name?"  "John Bucyk."
    
    So I go back to the stands, and I notice that three or four little kids
    had started to work their way a little closer.  Finally, one of them
    had the filberts to come over and hand me a pen and a scrap of paper.
    I signed it.  Then came a napkin, a popcorn box, and some other stuff.
    I was really on a roll.  "Wow! This is neat" I heard them say. "Is that
    his wife?  She's cute.  Wait'll I tell the Jimmy and Freddie and them
    guys I met John Bucyk at a Merrimack game!"
    
    Ehhhh....ain't I a stinkah!
    
    Dickstah
    

�    I once impersonated Johnny Bucyk for an evening.

Ah, the innocence of youth.

I used to be involved in those paint-pistol war games, with a bunch
of DECcies from ENO.  Anyway, we went to a war won time up near Westover.

Well, after a hard day of running around through the woods, acting like
6th graders again, we decided to stop for pizza at this little pizza
place.

Well, here we are in the parking lot, decked out in woodland camo,
faces painted with camo paint, dirty, grungy etc etc....

Well, this little kid comes up on his bike, and seeing us his eyes
get wide as saucers.  He says "Are you guys soldiers from the base?".
We said "Sure, we just parachuted in here on an excercise and we decided
we'd have some pizza first".  

Well, you could tell we'd made the kid's day.  He rode off saying something
about telling his friends....

Too funny, 
Sgt Chainsaw

    I played sandlot baseball and football with Mike Ryan, former Red Sox
    and Phillies catcher.
    
    Here was this 12 year-old-kid who could throw and hit better than us
    "big" 15-year-olds.  He was a nice kid then, but I haven't seen him in
    years.
    
    What was different about him was that he went to St James High, which
    didn't have sports.  Yet, he was signed at 18.  He played lots of ball,
    from sandlot to LL, Pony League, and, I believe, Am Legion.  Lots more,
    I'm sure.
    
    I once gave a ride to Boston to a person who's name is known by almost
    everyone in this conf, if not everyone.  It was the on, the only,
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    Kwak Szabo!
    
    
    I was only two seats away from the very first attack of the Beachball
    Ninja in Fenway!  Surely, a day that ranks right up there with the day
    I first threw-up, and the time my pants splint while bowling.  Thanks,
    John!!!111
    
    Lee

�    I played sandlot baseball and football with Mike Ryan, former Red Sox
�    and Phillies catcher.


Lee, wasn't he the one that played on the last Red Sox team to
win the world series?  You know, when Babe Ruth was on the team?


Enquiring minds want to shlep,
'Saw

    What the hell.  I'll throw in my two little stories.
    
    I was in a History class with (dare I admit this) Dan Dierdorf in 1970. 
    I think it was 1970.  My years at Michigan in the late '60s and early
    '70s is a bit of blur (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).  Actually, I dropped
    the class about half way through the semester.  What was funny was that
    the professor (I believe his name was Rickenbacker) was about 150 years
    old and took attendance (!) every class.  First day, he passed a sheet
    around for folks to put their names on and then required that we all
    sit in the same seats the rest of the semester.  Everybody but Dan put
    their names down first name first.  At the beginning of each class,
    Rickenbacker would call the roll:  . . . Joe Blow, Sid Snyder, Jane
    Blow, Dierdorf Dan . . . .  He never switched the name around.
    
    The other famous (to some) athlete that I know is Ann Trason, who by
    the way just set the women's world record for 50 miles at the Jackson
    Five-O in Dallas on January 19.  She ran a rather impressive 5:45:42
    (that's a 6:54 pace, folks, for 50 miles).  She also set the course
    record at the Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing 50 in San Francisco
    (this is a much tougher course than Jackson Five-O).  She holds
    numerous other records and clear superiority among American women
    ultrarunners.  We met at Leadville last year and hung out for a few
    days.  Fine lady.
    
    Sid

	Well, I think I've got an experience close to dan'l's.
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						     Ninja is gonna get
						     me for this!

	When I was going to school, and living in, beautiful
	Pueblo, CO, I worked at this nightclub escorting rowdy
	patrons out the door (to put it nicely).  Across the
	parking lot from this nightclub was a fancy eatery which
	had dancing on Friday and Saturday nights only.  Since
	we usually had drinks there after we got off work, it was
	only natural that they recruited a couple of us to keep
	the peace at their establishment on these two nights.
	What a job.  Anything we wanted to eat or drink plus $4.00
	per hour to keep a bunch of *suits* behaved.

	Anyway, they were filming part of "Vacation" in the area.
	My special assignment one night was to keep everyone out
	of the room that Chevy Chase and his wife were dining in.
	He was very appreciative.  After they were finished eating,
	they came out to the bar area and plopped down on a couple
	of stools and drank, conversed, and joked with us.  He's
	quite the character in real life as well as on the screen.
	
	The real kicker that night came after Chevy and his wife
	had already left.  I was standing at the end of the bar
	close to the exit, when this absolutely stunning blonde
	cruised by me headed towards the door.  I quickly made 
	a dash to the door and held it open for her.  As she
	was passing by me, through the door, she looked up and it
	was none other than that goddess Christie Brinkley!  I'm
	tellin' ya my knees got weak gazing at her. HUBBA HUBBA!
	She said "Thank you" and walked down the street to the 
	hotel that the cast and crew were staying at.  I watched
	her the whole way too!  This was pre-Billy I think.  I
	would've asked her out but I couldn't think of anyplace
	to take her besides the stock car races ;^)

Claybroon
					
			

    I've met BJ Thomas, John Laroquette and Rita Rudner in person.
    
    Mark.

    I went to high school with Missie Berttiotti who is now on the LPGA
    tour.  She's a consistent middle-of-the-pack finisher.
    
    My dad used to hunt elk in Wyoming with Gordan Johncock of Indy fame.
    
    And then, of course, there's my evening with Ms. Arquette.  Ah yes.
    
    	--dan'l

    Yo, Claybroon:
    
    Your use of Dan'l's is absolutely correct.  The first apostrophe
    represents the missing "ie" in Daniel.  The second apostrophe
    represents the fact that something belongs to Dan'l.  Now, if you were
    talking about multiple Dan'ls, the second apostrophe leaves you open to
    prosecution.
    
    Ninj

    Two notable experiences:
    
    1)  I played a year of prep football with Will Grant.  Will (or
        Wilburrrr) as we called him was only a sophmore at the time
        but started at center.  He went on to play professional ball
        for the Bills, where he was their starting center for 4-5
        years.
    
        I was the Right Guard and always remember running the crossbuck
        play against a 5-man front ...... I'd veer across at the snap and
        hit the defender playing heads up on the center ..... as I was
        struggling to simply keep my guy stationary, there was this
        sound of " ooommmphhh" behind me.  When the whistle sounded, I
        would turn around and see the remains of the player that Wilbur
        had hit.
    
    2)  back in 1986 or 7 I was flying back from Australia.  Changed planes
        at LA and sat in first-class (yes, it was approved DEC policy
        then).  I was in the first row ..... where there's extra footroom
        and who boards the plane but the entire Laker team ..... heading to
        Boston for the NBA finals ..... I sat next to Kareem and met most
        of the team but had the chance to speak with Magic and James
        Worthy the most.  Kareem ...... said hardly anything but read every
        financial magazine available.
    
    
    Greg

    Remember back when the Patriots had cheerleaders?  Well, two of 'em
    were Northeastern University students - so we did a story on it for the
    school newspapers.  I was the school photographer, and we got sideline
    passes to take pictures of the cheerleaders, etc.  Pats were playing
    the Chargers, but I hardly remember the game.  I took more rolls of
    film of them cheerleaders than I have of anything else.  Still have
    many of the pics.
    
    The funniest is a sign that two guys hung over the wall that read "We
    want REAL cheers..."
    
    JD

    
    
    I was a jurist (sic) in the fabled trial of ACCrisp.
    
    
    Charlie (AKA Mario's love slave (tm))

    I was in the same "bar" once as Marvin Hagler... but that's another
    story.
    
    My high school basketball team played against Sam Perkins.  Big guy,
    real long arms...
    
    Had classes at RPI with John Carter and Adam Oates.  I think it was
    "Non-Fiction Film".  A real tough one...
    
    Met Hank Aaron at a baseball card show.  He didn't say much, he was too
    busy signing away.  Met Mo Vaughn and Eric Anthony that way too.  Oh
    yeah, and Morganna was last month.  Very nice Titles...
    
    When I lived in Detroit, I supposedly lived near Jackie Wilson, Melvin
    from the Temptations (the one with the REAL deep voice) and Martha
    Reeves.  Went to school with Gladys and Bubba Knight's kids... but I
    don't remember much about them...
    
    -Walt

    	The first time I went to North Carolina to see my in-laws'
    	new place (1986), I found out the condo next to them was
    	owned by Pat Hingle (zillions of movies). Anyway, we went
    	on a short dinner cruise on Friday night. Pat and his wife
    	came along. He and his wife were very nice, down to earth
    	people.
    
    	He never seems to be there when we're there visiting.
    
    	Scott

And who says apostrophes are harder in DCL than in English!

    
    I met Don Marcotte, former Bruin forward, at a friend's wedding.
    Very quiet man, very pleasant. I also met Jean Ratelle at the 
    'Beef and Ale' in Groton one drunken afternoon! I kept staring 
    at him and saying to the stiffs I was with, "heysh, thatsh Jean
    Ratelle!" I got his autograph on the back of an Easy Cash 24 slip!
    
    Once while staying at the Raddison Hotel over-looking beutiful
    Lake Champlain, I thought I spied Richard Crenna (movie-star) 
    sitting at the end of the bar. Well again I was with a couple of
    stiffs, including myself, and I kept saying, "Hey! Tha ats Rrrichard
    Crehehena over there!" Boy did I get sh*t for that! The guy turned
    out to be a salesman for IBM! He did look exactly like Richard Crenna
    tho'! 8^)
    
    I played 2 hand touch football against Bill "Spaceman" Lee in a
    league in Lawrence Ma. I laid a few hit's on him! Let em' know 
    how upset I was about that steenkin' eeephus pitch he threw to
    Tony Perez! 
    
    Oh ya and i met Johnny Toast er I mean Most. The guy looks like
    an aged Califonia Raisin with emphezema. Nice man tho' 8^)
    
    
    
    
    Steve

OK, kiddies, but just once more and then it's bed time.

I was at this Charlotte nightclub called the Park Elevator.  This was an
alternative/progressive club in an old elevator warehouse south of the
city.  It has since moved and lost a lot of personality in the process. 
The Park Elevator was a good place if you aren't into the meat market
bimbo scene.  You won't find all the guys in jeans, unbuttoned shirts
flaunting chest hair, and heavily laden in AquaVelva.  Nor will you
find women with so much mousse and spray in their hair that they cause a
fire hazard.

No, this is a place that had a motto: "The Park Elevator, you know if
you belong."   This club really didn't start jumping until around
midnight.  However, this night I felt like having a few beers and
dancing before the floor got too crowded.  Fate.

There I was, taking in the music and noticing some of the people that
were also there early.  The DJ started spinning some hot tunes so I went
out to the dance floor.  Unlike the meat markets, dancing by yourself
was perfectly acceptable at the Park Elevator.  No one cared.  I was one
of several at that time just out there moving to the technobeat.

And then I noticed her.  A very attractive young miss wearing a long,
black, hooded cape.  And she wore the hood up.  I found this very chic. 
It was dark and the lights were flashing.  She was a very
mysterious-looking figure out there only several feet away from me
completely draped in black.

Every so often we made eye contact and she would smile.  No big deal. 
After a bit, she moved over and was dancing closer to me and our eyes
met a couple more times.  We kind of gave each other this awkward look
that signified, "Yes, I acknowledge your presence, but we really aren't
dancing together...but we're not dancing apart either..."

She was pretty.  And she had the loveliest smile.

A song came on that neither of us was too crazy about so we looked at
each other and gave that "I'll only give it a 60, Dick" look and walked
off the dance floor together...but not really together...until...

She said, "You're a good dancer."  My heart leapt.  {Keep in mind at
this point I still had no clue as to who this lovely is.}  I turned to
her and said in my coolest, most debonair, Brando-like voice, "Thanks. 
Want something to drink?"

"I'll have a beer."  Then she pointed over to the corner and said, "I'll
be over there."  This girl was all right.  She was a beer drinker.  

{From here on in the details are kind of hazy, but to the best of my
recollection, this is what happened...}

I went to the bar, got two beers, and was making my way over to the
corner where she was sitting at a table and these two huge dudes were
standing on either side of her.  I guess I hesitated when I saw
this...actually I probably looked pretty stupid and nervous wondering
what I was getting into...and she raised her hand and motioned for me to
come over.

I did.  Sat down right across the table from her.  No way was I turning
my back on Butch and Guido there.  She told me her name was Rosanna. 
I should have known right there, but nope, no light bulb went off yet. 
I figured this was just a lovely girl who was out with her two, big,
quiet, ogre friends.

I stupidly said, "My name's Daniel," and we shook hands.  She grinned
and said, "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"Should I?"

That's when she dropped the bomb and these two bodyguards made sense.  I
really don't remember much of what I said after that.  I think I must
have been charming enough for her to have her let me sit with her.  I
don't think I babbled and tripped over my tongue.  In fact, we spent the
rest of the evening talking and dancing together.  She never once
removed the hood...and Guido and Butch never moved...not once.

But it really wasn't long after that that she said she had to go because
they had an early shoot the next day.  She kissed me on the cheek and
left with the two hulks.  That's where I blew it.  I really do think she
liked me and we had a great time dancing.  And I just let her go.  Poof. 
She just walked out and I didn't even as much give her my number or ask
her if I could contact her.  Nothing.  I don't even know if I ever told
her my last name.  Maybe I was thinking along those lines and I just
didn't know how to ask someone like her, "Um, can gitchur phone number." 
That's not how I talk but I'm sure that's how it would have come out.

But it's a good memory and a great story.  Too bad I let it end.

Now go take a cold shower.  I know I need one.

	--dan'l

    

re dan'l:

In my best Frank Sinatra voice:

	LOVE, is a many splendored thing....it's the april rose that only
	grows, in the early spring......

    Awww, thanks, Uncle Dan'l, that's the bestest and my most favoritest
    bedtime story ever.
    
    I like that story even better when you show us your picture book, too. 
    You know, the one that says "P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y" on it and has those pretty
    pictures of that nice Rosanna lady swimming in the ocean.  Whatever
    happened to her bathing suit anyway, Uncle Dan'l ???
    
    Bob Hunt

    Dan'l, Ms. Arquette wasn't filming that Custer mini-series thang, was
    she?  If so, you should have told her to forego the shoot and stick
    around to party with you.  I'm sure you're much more interesting
    company than that "Midnight Caller" geek.  He and the show were
    terrible...
    
    glenn
    

    dan'l
    To quote Gleason " Hummana,Hummana,Hummana,"
    
    MikeL
    
    

    I have to NBA meets over the last year.  I was on a DEC business trip
    in France last May.  As I was sitting in the Nice Airport waiting for
    my plane call, I noticed this guy walking in, head and sholders above
    everyone else.  All the French people noticed but didn't make the
    connection.  I made it right off.  Kareem, with his wife (she was
    wearing the black satin jacket and hat for the Raiders).  He was
    wearing old jeans and a t-shirt.  Now I am not one to ask for
    autographs, but I couldn't pass this up.  I walked over and asked him,
    and all I had was a business card.  It is tacked to the wall in my
    office.  As a side note, he was not to impressive, and very abrupt,
    even though I was the only person out of 100 who noticed him.
    
    My second meet, was at Hermans in Framingham last summer.  I was with
    my two daughters looking at golf clubs, when I notice Kevin McHale just
    5 feet away.  He is trying out a metal driver.  Just as he is into his
    back swing, my youngest walks toward him.  6 inches closer and he would
    have nailed her forehead.  All I could envision was season tix for the
    price of a daughters concussion.
    
    I also rode an elevator with Phylis Diller in Bermuda.  Rode from the
    first to the 5th floor without speaking a word.
    
    RTG

    Great story Dan'l ..... just one question ..... who is Rosanna 
    Arquette?
    
    
    Greg

    If you saw the movie "Desperately Seeking Susan", she was the female
    co-star along with Madonna.  She has been in other movies, but I can't
    remember what they were.
    
    John

 she was in New York Stories as Nick Nolte's love interest as an apprentice
 painter...

 mike

A friend of mine is a pilot for United... and definitely NOT a hoops 
fan. This weekend, we stopped in a bar, and there was a game on, and I
kept glancing at the tube while he was talking. Finally he notices, and
says `oh yeah, you like basketball.... I met this Black guy that plays
pro ball, but I can't think of his name.'

`Black guy, huh?' I said... `That narrows it down.'

He says... `He was tall.'

`Ah' I said. `Tall Black guy... I'll think of it in a second.'

He says, `his name was like Lamumba or something, but that's not it'.

I said `Manute Bol?'

`That's IT!!!'

He couldn't get over how WEIRD he looked, with such skinny limbs on such
a tall body, but evidently they had quite a conversation, and he says he
is really a super nice guy.

HMMMMPH! Black guys playing basketball, hey? What'll they think of next?

Mike JN

    Ms. Arquette was also in a recent issue of Playboy (as my nephew Little
    Bobby Hunt points out).  She was on the beach in Florida with a
    photographer and more or less said, "Does this have to be a *nice*
    pictorial?"  She then took off her clothes and headed for the ocean.
    
    Wish she would have been in that mood when I was with her.
    
    	--dan'l
    
    PS: I don't remember what she was in Charlotte filming.  It wasn't the
    Custer movie.  It was some other TV movie that was being shot in or
    near Statesville, NC.

    My favorite role of Arquette's was her portrayal of the space shot in
    _After Hours_, which is not to be missed.  This is one chuckleacious
    film.
    
    Mark.

    RE: .54
    
    Don't want to ruin your night Dan'l, but I am copying this without
    permission from the March 4th People magazine:
    
    "Peter Horton's THIRTYSOMETHING character, Gary Shepard, may have been
    killed on TV, but Horton's libido remains alive and well.  Several
    sources say they spotted Horton recently at a Los Angeles restaurant
    "full-on making out" with actress ROSANNA ARQUETTE.  Arquette, via her
    rep, says nothing's going on.  Horton, who keeps company withe model
    Jean Pelton, admits he dined with Arquette but denies any romance,
    adding, "That's the funniest thing I've heard in years.  We're just
    friends.  totally friends.""  Everyone knows she has the hots for that
    DECcie anyway.
    
    Keep trying guy!
    
    RTG

    Ooh, not bad Dan'l...
    
    Forgot a couple of other people I met...  My grandfather used to be
    V-Principal at Petersburg H.S.  Through him I met this kid he used
    to keep out of trouble to make sure he graduated high school, and
    got an autograph picture of him playing in high school.  He's Moses
    Malone, guess he never made it to college...
    
    I went down 2 winters ago and went to Christmas service at his church.
    I was looking around and everyone seemed to be looking and pointing at
    me.  Couldn't figure out why.  Then I turned around and Blair Underwood
    was behind me.  Nice guy....

>    I went down 2 winters ago and went to Christmas service at his church.
>    I was looking around and everyone seemed to be looking and pointing at
>    me.  Couldn't figure out why.  Then I turned around and Blair Underwood
>    was behind me.  Nice guy....

Blair Underwood is one of my favorites.  He's one of the few people who
always looks impeccable no matter what he's wearing.  (I'm just the
opposite -- dress me up impeccably and I *STILL* look rumpled 8^))

I hope you took him out for a beer, dude....

    
    
    Was at the same bar with Marven Hagler one nite ("Clarks", Faniul hall)
    
    Stood next to Jerry Rice at a club in San Jose (Would have talked to
    him, but he was busy shunning bimbos)
    
    Got Bud Harrelsons autograph at a Toy 'R Us, when I was 10 (Seems like
    yesterday, though)
    
    Met Cathren Bach (Diasy Duke) at a car show in Columbus. Ohio.
    
    Met pro Bodybuilder (Mr. Universe), Tony Person in the locker room at 
    Golds Gym, before a guest visit to a contest in VT. Real nice guy.
    
    
    Albert

    Hey Walt,
    	Were you one of them local Petersburg guys who Malone said he
    could play with and whip the Celts back in the early 80's?
    
    MikeL
    

    See "The Executioner's Song". She plays Gary Gilmore's girlfriend,
    lotsa titles in dat one.

The best part was dem conjugal visits in the prison.  Why, she was
settin' on his lap one time just a movin' and a_groovin'....

Ohhhhh-eeeeey!

'Saw

    I took that summer off and didn't go down to visit.  I could still
    clean Michael Smith's clock... I'd need Dinz's post up bombing and
    a Slasher's post play to take care of the rest.... ha ha... No Laker
    fans allowed though, sorry Dan... ha ha...
    
    Actually, one of them was probably Mark West, he's from there too.
    Rickey Hunley (ex-Bronco/Cardinal) might have been another...

    "The Executioner's Song", eh, now let me see, where did I put my video
    rental membership card?????
    
    
    JaKe
    

    Re: Mark West
    
    Now there's a center the Lakers wish they had!  

O.K. Here's mine (I think I've told this story before in ::SPORTS):

In high school I played against and tried to block Fred Smerlas (BC/Bills/Niners).
Needless to say he cleaned my clock.  I swear he made every tackle in the game.

In the 70s I went to the European Resturant in the North End after going to 
a Celtics game.  Sitting at the table next to me was John and Beth Havlecek (sp),
with some friends.  They seemed like nice folks, we didn't bother them, let 
them enjoy their dinner.  Beth is a true babe.

I sat across the hall at DEC from Rich Gedman's cousin, but he never introduced 
me.  Also my wife's cousin covers the Sox for the Providence Journal, but once
again, he has never gotten me tickets or into the locker room.

re: Rosanna

There are two versions of the Executioner's Song.  One was for TV, and the other
for cable.  In the cable version, Rosanna is naked a part of the movie.  

=Bob=

    My brush with local sports celebrity happened five years ago.  My
    father in law owns a trucking company.  While going through the
    manifests he noticed a delivery for none other then Bobby Orr.  Being
    the nice guy he is, he pulled this order off of the truck, and called
    me.  I personally delivered the parcel (a case of assorted snacks packs
    from Standard Brands) to Orr's home (Cherry Hill Lane, Weston, MA). 
    When I went around to the back door, Number 4 was sitting by his pool
    on the portable phone.  After realizing I was the "delivery" man, he
    asked me to bring the box to his wife.  When I got into the house Peggy
    was doing laundry in the basement.  She accepted the box, and as a
    result I got Peggy Orr's autograph on a shipping bill.  What a
    memorable day.
    
    RTG

    Re .76
    
    How did Jeff Needless get to clean your clock?
    
    Lee
    

    I went to the same high school as Mark Lefebvre and I had lunch with
    Jeff Needle, a while ago.
    
    I am a lucky gal.

Hey, you forgot to say that you met the Chainsaw when he still had
his beard and a ton more hair than he has today!

'Saw (who's sportin' a new brush cut)

    
    And speaking of ugly haircuts, wouldn't you think that a guy who makes
    $4 mil a year (Mike Greenwell) could afford a decent professional
    haircut?  It looks like it's done with a road grader and a jackhammer.
    
    -Kerry Fraser, voted SI's Hair of the Year
    

    Re: .79
    
    I wouldn't call being a Blue Devilette lucky.
    
    Mike

Hawk -

My hair was long for so long it feels really refreshing to have shorter
hair now.

It's getting a little gray in places, but that's no problem.

And Sean Connery looks great, don't he?

'Saw

    I guess I've been sort of lucky.  I've had quite a few brushes with
    sporting and none sporting Fame.  Here goes....
    
    Midwest days:
    
    I dated Roger Craig's cousin so I got to know him.  He might even still
    recognize my face.  Real nice down to earth guy, can't shoot hoops a
    lick.(While at Nebraska first year 'frisco)
    
    Met Dennis Rodman at an Amoco station after a Piston vs Bulls game.  He
    was driving a laid white mustang 5.0 and he pumped gas like your
    average Joe.  I stepped up to talk while he was cruising the munchy
    section and he actually talked about 15 minutes and autographed our
    game tickets.  Appeared really genuine and didn't seem to let any of
    the fame go to his head. (APRIL 90)
    
    Artis and Oren Gilmore(6'9'' little brother never made it to startdom)
    in a Chicago nightclub.  They were huge and both were kind of
    introverted.
    
    Magic, Isaiah, Darrel Dawkins, Aquire, .... after a allstar benefit in
    Kalamazoo Mich. at "Mr. Presidents" restaurant and social club.
    
    Sammy White ex-Viking receiver grew up with my dad and uncles in
    Louisiana.  Met him after his hey day though.
    
    Atlanta:
    
    Spud Webb and John Battle go to my church and  Spud played softball
    with us until he injured his knee a couple of years ago.  He really is
    only 5' 5".  I hover over him at 6'1" .
    
    Being in Atlanta I bump into a lot of the stars but only really met a
    few.
    
    Oops... forgot John Sally not long after he came to tech at an IHOP.
    
    Can't seem to find those female stars...
    
    Roy L.

    Here are a few more "brushes" with celebs; of course, they all pale in
    comparison to Rosanna:
    
    	- Saw Jimmy Walker in a Denny's several years ago.  It was about
    	  3:00 AM, we were getting a bite after partying, and he was there
    	  after his gig was over.
    
    	- Met Kernal Sanders at my cousin's wedding several years ago.  A
    	  very nice old man...then he died.
    
    	- Me and M.C. Hammer at the Knicks game last week, baby.
    
    	- Met Matt Biondi at a swim meet when he was a nobody.  Was a life
    	  guard at the U.S. Outdoor Platform Diving Championships in 84.
    	  Loganis was one of the competitors.  Bruce Kimbal also.
    
    	- Fletcher Gilders was my college swim coach.  Fletcher won a gold
    	  at the 52 Olympics in diving.
    
    		--dan'l

    Oh yeah, and Michael Gross, the dad from Family Ties, was at the Park
    Elevator a few months ago.  This is the same place I met Rosanna. 
    Guess that's the place to hang out if stars ever come to Charlotte.
    
    He got the biggest kick out of this video of animals having sex that
    was showing on the club's video screen at one point.  Got a real kick
    out of the rhinos doing it.  FWIW.
    
    	--dan'l

>    	- Met Kernal Sanders 
Kernal?  You've been using VMS too long...

�>    	- Met Kernal Sanders 
�Kernal?  You've been using VMS too long...


Actually, that would be Kernel.  Kernal is just too corny for me....8^)



As to women stars, I met a Playboy centerfold at an auto show one time.
She was like Miss August 1982 or something like that.  Anyway, she
wasn't all that hot.  I guess Playboyd could even make ME look good....

    Naw Weinie, nothing could make you look that good!!!
    
    Manny :-}!!!!!
    
    REK

�    Manny :-}!!!!!

Mota?

    
    Really, 'Saw, I don't think the black lace garter belt and feather boa
    would do a thing for you, even if you threw in a bear skin rug.
    
    Dickstah
    

    Or a clothed skin rug, either!
    
    Lee
    
    P.S.  Love the P-name, Dickstah

Well, the last time I auditioned for them, they made me wear a 
see-through teddy, with g-string bikini panties.  

The main problem was that I sweat way too much under the lights...

Now you know why I just wear flannel shirts and jeans when I perform
at the Normal Guys Strip Bar....

'Saw

�Now you know why I just wear flannel shirts and jeans when I perform
�at the Normal Guys Strip Bar....
               ^^^^

�'Saw

	Boy, what a mean spirited type could do with that line.  But I 
won't...

/Don --

I'm sure you've read about my Normal Guys Strip Bar in here.

It's the place I'm gonna open where normal guys -- you know, normal
everday guys, not musclebound freaks -- get up and take it off for
the ladies.   Guys like Hawk, and Jake, and me.  Perhaps it's guys
with a bit of a beer belly, and some solar panels on top.

Anyway, we get up and take it off for the ladies.  They'll probably
laugh their tushes off, but they'll love it.

A concept whose time has come.....

'Saw

�    Hmmm, are you sure you weren't one of the Village People, 'Saw?  When I
�    read the above, I got this image of you in a flannel shirt and jeans,
�    dancin' and singin' to YMCA, JoJ's favorite disco song...  :-)
    
No.  I wear lumberjack boots and red suspenders, and dance to a song
called "Chop Down the Tree of My Love, Baby..."

the ladies love it...8)

        THE LUMBERJACK SONG.... from Monty Python

scene: A monly lumberjack, with a `chorus' of Royal Canadian Mounted
Police.
    
    
        1.  I'm a lumberjack 
            And I'm O.K.
            I sleep all night
            And I work all day.
    
            He's a lumberjack            (chorus)
            And he's O.K.
            He sleeps all night
            And he works all day.

        2.  I cut down trees
            I eat my lunch
            I go to the lavatory
            On Wednesday I go shopping
            And have buttered scones for tea.
    
    
 Mounties:  He cuts down trees
            He eats his lunch
            He goes to the lavatory
            On Wednesdays he goes shopping
            And has buttered scones for tea.
    
            He's a lumberjack               (chorus)
            And he's O.K.
            He sleeps at night
            And he works all day.
    
    
        3.  I cut down trees
            I skip and jump
            I like to press wild flowers
            I put on women's clothing
            And hang around in bars.
    
    
 Mounties:  He cuts down trees 
            He skips and jumps
            He likes to press wild flowers
            He put on women's clothing
            And hangs around in bars.
    
     
            He's a lumberjack                  (chorus)
            And he's O.K.
            He sleeps all night 
            And he works all day.
    
    
        4.  I cut down trees
            I wear high heels
            Suspenders and a bra
            I wish I'd been a girlie
            Just like my dear Papa.
    
    
Mounties:   He cuts down trees
            He wears high heels
            (spoken rather than sung)
            Suspenders... and a bra?
            That's shocking, etc...
            That's rude...tuttut...tut
            tut...
                     (music runs down)
    

You guys are getting me confused with my English cousin.  8^)

When we got off our Delta flight back from the Bahamas into Atlanta,
the agent at the gate was none other than Sam Singleterry, the man
who runs through the airport like OJ Simpson to return a guy's briefcase.

We were kidding him, telling him that if he thinks he's so fast, how
it is that the guy leaves his briefcase, and just two seconds later
gets a mile away to the other end of the airport ;^)

He's a really nice guy, and he laughed a bit with us about that, 
then posed for a picture with a bunch of us ruggers.....

'Saw

    
> He's a really nice guy, and he laughed a bit with us about that, 
> then posed for a picture with a bunch of us ruggers.....
    
    So he didn't get real intense with his eyes shrinking in size and the
    veins in his neck popping out like brother Mike, then?
    
    glenn
    

No, he was pretty upbeat.

He laughed the hardest when one of the guys said "Who has something
we can leave here to see if he brings it?"

It was kind of a nice break, for us too, since a lot of us were really
sore and achey, and after spending a lot of time in a coach class airline
seat, we weren't in the best of moods.....

Just another snapshot from a most memorable tour.....

'Saw

    A couple of summers ago when the P.G.A. tour was at Pleasant Valley, I
    went to a Red Sox game with Golfer David Peoples. I have a friend who
    caddies on the P.G.A. tour. So I had 4 tickets to the Sox game when
    they came to town. So my friend Montana invites another caddie Anthony,
    and with the last ticket Anthony invites his golfer David Peoples.
    Since Anthony and Peoples got off the course before my friend did they
    had everything ready to go. Peoples even got a curtisy car from P.V.
    to drive, it had only around 25 miles on it. David Peoples also got us
    a couple of six packs and cups for the ride. We sat out in the
    bleachers and had a great time. After the game we drove back to
    Worcester and went to a bar and had a couple of more beers. 
    Unfortunately David Peoples had his worst round of the Tournament the
    next morning. But he still ended up making a few grand. 

    While waiting for my flight in the Charlotte airport last Wednesday, I
    saw a guy sitting at the other gate.  He looked very familiar but very
    out of place dressed in a plaid shirt, OP shorts, and loafers (no
    socks).  After a few seconds, I recognized him as Pitt hoops coach Paul
    Evans.
    
    I walked over and said, "Paul Evans, right?"
    
    "Yes," he said and smiled.
    
    "Were you up in Greensboro for the tournament," I asked (about a high
    school tournament they had there last week).
    
    "Yeah, headed back to Pittsburgh now."
    
    "Good luck this season.  I'm a big fan of Pitt hoops."
    
    He said "thanks" and I walked away.  He's a quiet guy and I really
    didn't want to bother him.  Actually, I wanted to tell him how much I
    thought he sucked as a coach and that he was ruining Pitt basketball,
    but the angel on my shoulder told me otherwise.  Besides, I only listen
    to the devil on my shoulder when Roseanna is around.  
    
    	--dan'l

       Reminds me of the time Mike Dukakis was running for Gov. back in
    '78. He was outside a Pats game shaking hands. I really wanted to lay
    into him, but all I said was: "I live in NH, but I wouldn't vote for
    you anyway." He said: "Say hello to Mel Thompson for me". I said:
    "Nah, he's even worse than you".
                                          Denny 

    (This might be better off in the "where are they now" topic)
    
    A friend introduced me to Leon Durham last night at my health club,
    he is a member too, it turns out.
    
    He said he is working on his comeback to the majors.  Looked to be in
    good shape, he did, however, remind me of a muscular Sinbad though...
    
    I must have shook his hand three times in a minute, until I remembered
    that ground ball in the 85 NLCS...  ;-)  Seemed like a decent enough
    guy.
    
    Chip_GSH_(and_CUBMAN)_Bach
       

    
>    He said he is working on his comeback to the majors.
     
    Was he serious, Chip?  Durham hasn't played in the majors since 1989, 
    I believe, and he hasn't played regularly (or well) since 1987.
                                                    
    Not to blow holes in anyone's dreams, but it does seem that sometimes
    pro athletes just don't know when to move on to the next stage of
    their lives.  Kinda sad...
    
    glenn
    

    How old is Durham?
    
    
    py

    He seemed serious to me.  I guess he said he had some back surgery and
    had been rehabing for some time.  
    
    Four years out is a long time.
    
    Chip_GSH_Bach

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	I saw /Don at the BeerStand

     I had my picture taken with Morgan Fairchild....  
    
     Yea, Thats The Ticket !!!
    
    
     Big Game

>Morgan Fairchild....  
    
Had her.....

    
    >Morgan Fairchild...
    
    I was her first, and taught her everything she knows.....
    

>    >Morgan Fairchild...
>    
>    I was her first, 


Must've been a helluva sex change their Dickstah.....    

    >Morgan Fairchild...
    
    Has signed up for my tech writing class next semester.
    

    
    I'm rollin' away, 'Saw, just rollin' away!
    
    Dickstah
    

 Funny, 'Saw, that "Young Actor's Forum" skit on lasted week's SNL was
 really funny.   That "Had her, did her, been there, ..." thing was a
 riot.
 
 Bob Hunt

I thought Dana Carvey did a superb Mathew Broderick.

And the funniest part was when they mentioned Clint Eastwood, and
Emilio goes "Did him"....

TOO funny

I wouldn't be shocked to see another Young Actor's Forum this week
with Keifer Sutherland hosting.  His promo last night was pretty good

"Please don't decide at the last minute not to watch."

Mike

    
     You Lie !!!!  Morgan told me I was the first.....
    I'm crushed :^(
    
    Big Game

    Well, I was on the Victoria Clipper - a water jet type boat - over the
    weekend with Mickail Gorbachov (sp?).  He must have decided to go on
    the trip to rest after Madrid.  I even took a picture of him.  When I
    get it back, I'll forward a copy to certain noters to prove this.
    
    He was wearing scalp makeup to hide his 'spot', but he was a good bloke
    anyway.
    
    JD

    For lack of a better topic, I'll post these two tidbits here:
    
    A few Sunday's ago, NBC did a profile on Marty Schottenheimer.  During
    the interview, Schottenheimer talked about his greatest influence in
    his life regarding sports.  He named his high school basketball coach
    (Cherry Hills HS, MacDonald, PA) who talked him out of quitting the
    team.  
    
    That team went on to the Pennsylvania state championships and
    Schottenheimer was a big part of it.  They showed a yearbook photo of
    the team and coach and there sitting next to a young Marty is another
    star on the team, my uncle Richard Hallam.  Schottenheimer went on to
    be a great coach.  My uncle went on to be the classic Pennsylvania
    State Trooper...6 foot 9 and a bad attitude.
    
    Think that was good, try this one:
    
    Faith Daniels, the news anchor for the Today show, is originally from
    Pittsburgh.  She got her start at WTAE in Pittsburgh and I remember
    watching her there.  She is very comely and you can tell she's really
    down to earth.  I've always liked and admired her.
    
    Faith was an adopted child.  She recently tracked down her real parents
    in the Pittsburgh area.  As it turns out, Faith Daniels is my cousin.  
    Guess that means I can't marry her now.
    
    	--dan'l