OK, my one & only celeb story...
This was in Indianapolis, probably around 1995. I was in a pistol league, and every Wednesday night we shot guns up at
Don's Guns ("I don't want to make any money, I just looove to sell guns!"). Then we'd always go to Houlihan's because they had half-price appetizers on Wednesdays.
None of us wanted to leave our guns in our cars, because they might get broken into (Glendale Mall, not the best neighborhood). So we each had 2-3 pistols on us in various holsters, all concealed properly per state policy for handgun license holders. There were always 5 or 6 of us, at least a dozen pistols.
So one week we're sitting there, enjoying our breaded 'shrooms and jalapeno poppers. There was a college basketball game on the big-screen behind me, and I would occasionally turn around to see the score. At the table right behind me (between us and the TV) was a group of 4 or 5 rather large guys. One was basically sitting right next to me, except he was facing his table and I was facing mine. At one point when I turned around he said, "Do you like basketball?" I said, "I enjoy watching, but to be honest I don't know much about it." He said, "Yeah, me too."
About then a guy across the table from him said - "Hey Shaq - pass me the mustard."


Yep - the Orlando Magic were in town to play the Pacers the following night. Good thing we weren't Pacers fanatics, we could have massacred the Magic's starting lineup.