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I 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 mini basketballs for me.
 
I 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.
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Antoine Carr came to my elementary school and spoke at an assembly and I got his autograph afterword.
I saw Antoine selling autographs at a Sam's Club parking lot a few years after he retired. Sad.
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.
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?"
 
really hate to follow a juvenile imbecilic fake "fix" by the OP, and play on his thread, too. Don't **** on your own living room sofa, bro.

my brother in law was for over a decade the business manager for the Jazz organization. He was always talking about everyone, and he never said a damn critical thing. talk about a smooth professional promoter. I don't think they missed any home games. BIL still alive, despite years of serous disabling illness, and still won't do anything but smile and act live Life is a supreme joy.

I was walking my dog (a German Shepherd) along a busy major traffic street one night, outside a Residence Inn in Salt Lake, when a very tall black man coming from the other direction paused, just wanting to talk to me. I surmised he was a basketball pro. My dog was not on a leash, and he gave her a big smile and patted her on the head, and told me he loved dogs.

I think Jerry Sloan must have liked to save money on gas, because he used the same discount retailer I did. He would always look at me, give a smile, and I'd smile back. He knew I knew who he was, and he knew I liked him.

That's about it.

It's a very ordinary human thing to go through some **** in life and get an attitude. People who do the Olden/Partner toxic reaction deserve their space, and their way of dealing with life.

I probably do more damn lectures on propriety than anyone, and I am probably the only one who would care to benefit from listening to them.
 
Lol. I went to that Board Game shop in Sugarhouse for some last-minute Christmas eve shopping with my three kids. This was almost exactly a month ago. Rudy Gobert walks in at about the same time with two apparently non-french ladies (one was older, like 50s, and the other was probably in her late 20s early 30s. It didn't seem like either of them were romantically involved with him.) to get in on some nerdy board game action. He was getting some in-depth info from the sales guy on the nerdiest board game possible. He bought it and left.

I didn't talk to him. What's the policy here? I do my best not to pester famous people without a good reason. I know he'd probably be cool with taking a pic but, If I was in his situation, although I'd be down to take pics, deep down I'd always be a little bit annoyed that I had to do this all the time. Thoughts?
 
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.
 
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.

Haha. What a dick.

I just looked Koufos up to see where he's at. He's playing with CSKA Moscow and playing with Bolomboy, Will Clyburn (played for the Utes before transfer to Iowa St. **** Boylen.) Ron Baker is also on the team and looks way different with short hair. The also have a white dude named Mike James I've never heard of that looks like he's playing out of his mind.

Edit: Mike James is the Mike James I know and he's mix. In his CSKA profile picture he looks way different than I remember. Haha
 
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