fixedI was one of the officials game photographers for Utah vs Golden State back in April of Stockton's final season.
I showed up really early and Matt Harpring was out doing a warmup routine. I spoke to him for a few minutes about how I hoped they would win the championship that year. He looked at me like I was crazy but nevertheless signed my media book for me which I still display with my other memorabilia.
I also met Ronnie Brewer, Paul Milsap, and a certain player who finagled his way back to the Lakers when the Jazz played Memphis during the DWill/Boozer era. They all signed my tiny balls for me.
I saw Antoine selling autographs at a Sam's Club parking lot a few years after he retired. Sad.Antoine Carr came to my elementary school and spoke at an assembly and I got his autograph afterword.
Years ago, I was shopping at Smith & Edward's with my (very short) 5-year-old stepdaughter, when Mark Eaton came up to the cash register behind ours. My daughter wandered over to stand next to his cashier, tilted her head way back, with mouth open, and just stared up at this giant. Mark's expression was hard to read, but he was probably thinking, "Again?"Sat at a table next to Mark Eaton in a restaurant in Park City when I was really young. All I remember is how damn tall he was.
I met Kosta Koufas twice.
First when he played for the Jazz at the Greek Festival downtown SLC. I asked him if he really said, "Boom, Bitches!" He laughed and said no.
The second was when he was with the Kings. He was outside of a restaurant in front of the Millennium Biltmore in Los Angeles. He was with 3 or 4 escorts and they were all drunk waiting for a cab or something. I looked at him and said, "yeah, buddy." He just laughed. I never acknowledge who he was.
Oh, I have a pre-"boom bitches" Kosta Koufos story. I was at UVU and had a volleyball class. The Volleyball class is held behind the bleachers in the Mckay Events Center. At the time, the D-league team was stationed there for some reason and they were practicing on the court down below. Well, anyways, one of our balls gets hit out through a break in the bleachers and bounces down to the basketball court. I, being an avid Jazz Fan, yelled down to the court "Hey Koufos, Throw us the ball" and he gets the ball and looks at us like he's gonna throw it and then, instead, without a word, drop kicks the ball in the opposite direction. I've been a huge fan ever since.
Oh, I have a pre-"boom bitches" Kosta Koufos story. I was at UVU and had a volleyball class. The Volleyball class is held behind the bleachers in the Mckay Events Center. At the time, the D-league team was stationed there for some reason and they were practicing on the court down below. Well, anyways, one of our balls gets hit out through a break in the bleachers and bounces down to the basketball court. I, being an avid Jazz Fan, yelled down to the court "Hey Koufos, Throw us the ball" and he gets the ball and looks at us like he's gonna throw it and then, instead, without a word, drop kicks the ball in the opposite direction. I've been a huge fan ever since.