When I was little, my family went to a game with another family and sat directly next to the Brewers dugout, to the right. It was so close and so casual that my mom talked to Charlie Moore a few times. He eventually gave a baseball to a kid in the other family, and we're convinced that he thought that was my mom's kid.
Also, a few years later, we floated next to him on the lazy river at Noah's Ark.