in 8th grade (i'm a sophomore in college now, lol), my middle school basketball team played against dan marino's son's team in the championship. we lost, and i was walking to my mom's car at the end of the game.
in the parking lot, i feel a hand touch my shoulder, and i hear, "good game, son. i'm sorry your team lost but you played a hell of a game." i turn around and it's dan fuckin' marino. the best quarterback to never win a superbowl. he signed my backpack and he dipped off in his 745.
bananas! i saw the cornerback with the dreads who played for the patriots (i think he still does). he was at a basketball game at his old high school in fort lauderdale. his phantom on 24's was parked outside.

south florida is basically the home of 25% of the nfl's future (and current) players.
my dad said he saw scottie pippen in line at a grocery store. he said scottie was high as fuck and his eyes were redder than a bitch.