In Honor Of The Celtics!

So the Celtics are “this close” to winning their first championship in over 20 years. So in honor of that, let me share with you the story about how I got to meet them back in the 80's

I have to admit though when it comes to meeting famous people, I have a lot in common with that other famous ditsy redhead, Lucille Ricardo.

I tend to make a complete ass of myself!

Back in 1985, Netty and her friend Helene took me to the Boston Garden for my first Celtics game. At the time Helene was friendly with one of the managers. So we got to hang out outside the locker room after the game. And I proceeded to get most of the players autographs, except Kevin Mchale, who had to get home because one of his kids wasn’t feeling well. I have to give him props though he was very nice though.

I also got Carlos Clark’s autograph not once but twice, due to my “Lucy” moment. You see after I got his autograph & while I was collecting others; I was getting excited and was not pay attention to what was going on around me.

That is when the guy driving the giant floor polisher was riding around and almost ran me over. Luckily, Carlos Clark was in close proximity and pulled me out of the way before I got polished. Of course in my excitement I forgot I already got his autograph and proceeded to get another one.

Then Helene friend came out to say hi. That’s when more embarrassment ensued. He offered to take me behind closed doors and into the locker room to meet more players and get more autographs.

I won’t reveal if or who’s naughty bits I saw, but I have to share with you my face to face encounter with the famous Larry Bird.

He was in the backroom getting checked out by the medical team due to a pulled muscle or something on that line. He however was only dressed in a tee shirt and tight whities. So after we walked in, Helene’s friend need to attend to business and left me standing there with Bird.

I naturally was all flustered and could not speak. Mr. Bird did all the talking and asked if I wanted an autograph. I could not even muster a “Yes.” All I could do was nod.

So that’s concludes my embarrassing celebrity encounter stories.