Met Joe Horn in the Winn Dixie parking lot in Ocean Springs (and other tales)
He was there peddling his new BBQ sauce (which I highly recommend- It's KC style, but sweeter). I didn't know he was going to be there, but had just jumped in the truck to head out on a Sunday afternoon to grab some steaks for the grill. I was about to walk in and saw this tall fella walking towards an old car with an apron on...he looked familiar. It took a few seconds of just creepily staring at the guy before I hollered "Joe Horn!". He turned around and said "Whats up brother?". I introduced myself with my full name - like he would know exactly who I was - and told him I always enjoyed watching him play as a Saints fan. He thanked me, and told me to go inside and tell the folks at the table that "Joe Horn said hook you up with some of my sauce." So I did just that. They handed me a little paper ketchup container with BBQ sauce and a cocktail weenie. I had been "hooked up." Truth is, the sauce was great and I bought a box of 6 autographed jars (because doing so entered me into a chance to go see a Saints game with Joe Horn...which I didn't win). It was cool. I feel like we had our few minutes as best friends. Just before the drawing for the Saints game, which I stuck around for like 30 minutes for, I invited Joe to my house for steaks if I was the winner. He laughed and looked a little creeped out. Then I didn't win, and I thanked him and left. I will tell my grandkids about this one day.
I also met Emmit Smith in the Reno, NV airport. Lots of folks from the area had cool things to get signed (they knew he was going to be there for a celebrity golf tournament...I didn't), and I only had an address book with a "Notes" section. I waited for everyone to leave before approaching him, which was bad because they had lost his luggage. He was mad, but he still signed my little piece of paper with "Notes" at the top. I still have that in my wallet just to tell the story. Also, he was there with Jerry Rice. I didn't speak to Mr. Rice.
Winsome Frazier was in my Plants and Animals class at State. He was cool, but seemed lost a lot. He had a cool Fat Albert sweatshirt/pants set that he wore all the time. I nodded to him once when he looked at me. Pretty sure he nodded back.