DeacinBama
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I went on a booze cruise out of Waikiki with Ron Jeremy.
Met Pete Rose and got his autograph.
Met Billy Beane and got a copy of Moneyball. Maybe the best speaker I've ever heard.
Sat next to future Playmate of the month Helena Antonaccio (June 1969) in homeroom in HS. I was going to ask her to go to our senior prom with me, but her boyfriend was a 20-year-old tough guy who was in a mortorcycle gang (wish I had risked my life now).
While working in NYC, I started dating a typist who moonlighted as a stripper at night. She was smoking hot and loved the attention she got from other guys, regardless of who she was with. One night in December Joe Namath picked up our dinner tab and came over to our table to chat. He invited us (meaning her) to a roving jet-set NYE party, but it snowed a ton and I couldn't get into NYC. She told me later that she spent the night at Joe's.
Seven months after graduation I headed back to W-S with a gal I had dated in Ocean City, Md. She was also smoking hot and talked me into driving to Fort Lauderdale instead. Whe we got there she asked it we could drop by to see a friend of hers. The "friend" turned out to be future #3 tennis player Brian Gottfried, who was home from college. Realizing that I had been set up, I drank some good wine in Gottfried's living room with two other tennis players while he plowed her in the next room. One guy was a complete asshole and continually ribbed me about my situation while the other guy tried to cheer me up. Two years later I realized that the asshole was Jimmy Connors. I'm pretty sure the good guy was Harold Solomon.