Re: Personal Story About YOUR Interaction With A Big Sports Personality
Actually, not only did Bobby Hanson play for my Iowa Hawkeyes, but he had been playing with the Utah Jazz with Dave Stockton and Karl Malone and then ended his career in 1992 when he got his NBA championship ring playing backup to Michael Jordan. I think it was the summer of 1990 when he made his appearance at the Jukebox in downtown Des Moines as I seem to remember I was 37 at the time. The Jukebox had a huge patio garden outside surrounded by an iron wrought fence so alot of sidewalk bystanders had a good view of the goings on any given night. The promotion with Bobby Hanson making his appearance and offering to give a $100 bill to anyone that could beat his score drew a pretty good crowd. Alot of sidewalk people cheering. There were over 150 people signed up, and even several players from Drake, Iowa State and even one Iowa player. Everyone got three attempts and I actually had the top two scores. Three funny things happened that night. On my last attempt there was one particular guy with his face pressed up against the fence on the sidewalk side and after my last score he went on to tell me he was a huge fan of mine which my two buddies just laughed and I told the guy I wasn't who he thought I was. As I walked away another guy walked up to me and asked if I could stop over at this table so he could introduce me to his girlfriend and his friends. Of course, my buddies are now in a roar and I look over at his table of eager friends and when I tell him I'm not Bobby Hanson, and I know I'm coming off a bit rude with my laughing, cuz he was actually offended in an embarrassing way, and said, "oh, c'mon, just for a minute". Right about that time, Bobby Hanson was coming back out onto the patio with his wife, and I motion the guy to look behind him. I said, "there's your guy". The kicker of this whole thing was shortly afterwards with the contest ending at midnight, Bobby Hanson and wife were introduced to me and his wife tells me, "you two kinda look alike". Bobby and I had a good chuckle as he's shaking my hands. Believe me, I'm looking up at him a bit. He was standing 6'6 and I'm 6'3. Then he pulls out a crisp $100 bill from his wallet and forks it over. Stupid me that I left my brains at home and didn't think of having him autograph it. Reminded myself of that broken windshield wiper I had on my 1973 Plymouth Satellite in college sounding like it was saying, dumb guy, dumb guy, dumb guy . . .
Originally posted by MEAN GREEN MACHINE
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