I live in Los Angeles, so celebrity encounters are common. By the way, if you wish to see stars in the L.A. area don’t go to high-end Hollywood clubs or bars, head to the Whole Foods Market on Wilshire in Santa Monica. I have seen too many stars there to count.
A couple of stories…
I resemble Woody Harrelson, to the point that people periodically ask me for an autograph. When the movie White Man Can’t Jump was released, I played a lot of basketball with a friend who is a dead ringer for Wesley Snipes. We would get teased, until the ball started bouncing and they could see we could play.
My neighborhood basketball courts after moving to California were at Lincoln Park (now named Reed Park) in Santa Monica, which the band Linkin Park named themselves after. The first time I went there some dude called out “Hey, Woody!” and approached me. After telling him I wasn’t the actor, he mentioned he thought I might be because Woody often played on those courts while preparing for his role in White Men Can’t Jump. He said Woody is a pretty good baller, which I think you can tell from the movie.
So, I guess I’m the most famous person (a Woody Harrelson look-alike) I have talked to. (I often talk to myself.)
Also at that park, I was once shooting alone when the ball bounced off the court into the path of some dude walking with a woman. He picked the ball up and tossed it to me underhanded like a little girl. After they had passed, another dude walking by asked me, “Do you know who that was?” I responded no, and he told me it was Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner. Okay, I thought, he throws like a little girl.
Just for @prankster…
One story, not related to basketball. When my daughter was a toddler she would get fidgety in restaurants if we remained too long. To placate her, I would take her outside and walk back and forth on the sidewalk.
One evening, outside a Mexican restaurant in Santa Monica, Kevin Bacon was standing by the entrance chatting with several people. Every time we passed by he would flirt with my daughter, by no means in a creepy way—he was charming and she loved it. I guess this makes me one degree of Kevin Bacon, and, by extension, the Boneyard is now two degrees of Kevin Bacon.