When I first moved to Southern Illinois, I had a crush on the local sports guy. Then, when my nephew started school, the sports guy had a daughter in his class. Made for a very interesting school picnic, what with me (and several other single volunteer ladies) drooling over him quite shamelessly. Ah, the memories. I shall never forget you, Mr French poultry for a last name sports guy! *G*

The only other celebrities I've met all died violent deaths, albeit months, er, years after the encounters. Well, except Sinbad, but does he really count?? Hmm, maybe celebrities should stay far away from me. *G*