OK, a few years ago, only one day after a concert in Montreal, Dave Matthews walked out of a Roots store and bumped into my sister. Literally. Actually I don't think they made contact but she had to stop short, if I remember correctly. :swoon: It was Dave. Dave the god. Dave the man I'd leave hub for (well, not really - but close!).
Five minutes ago I called her on her cell phone, only to be greeted by a bunch of background noise.
Me: Hey - what's up? Where are you?
Her: Hey - what's up? I'm at a hockey game in Toronto.
Me: Oh, wow! I didn't know you were going to Toronto this weekend.
Her: Um, Don Cherry just walked past us.
Her: Yeah, he just shook Jon's hand.
First Dave, then Don. The closest brush I had with fame was setting off alarms at the Whitehouse during the Clinton administration. Oh yeah, I got Graig Nettles' autograph once. It was way back when the Mets were still good. I think I was in elementary school.
Time to go shopping for a new computer desk!