First: As a (Brewer-worshipping) kid living just outside of Milwaukee, I went to my allergist one day for the routine shots, only to walk into the waiting room to see - then-manager Tom Trebelhorn. I was too nervous to even go say 'Hi'/'Go Crew!' Second: Partying one night at Monday's on State St. in Madison, my group of buddies & I were sitting at the window overlooking State. As a big dude walked by, I said, "Isn't that [then-Packer OG] Marco Rivera?" He stopped on his way by to peek in this particular bar, and I was easily able to tell that, yes, it was. My buddy from Boston didn't believe me, and actually (buzzed as he was) ran out of the bar to go confirm. All we heard was, "Marco!...." as he ran out the door. Said he was really nice about it, very soft-spoken. (I work now at the Great Dane, and Mark Tauscher was there last weekend. It's funny how neither he nor Rivera looked like the giants they do on TV, yet at the same time, I wouldn't want my job to be trying to not get crushed by either one of them.) Third: I used to work at the Kohl Center, so would see athletes a lot, obviously, but also concert performers. I can't say I had an 'encounter' or whatever, but the funniest had to be Billy Joel whizzing around the backstage bowels of the KC in his golf cart with Elton John sitting shotgun. Priceless - plus their show was incredible!