We’d like to thank Andrew Arnett for sharing this story
On January 22, 1982, Bill Murray saved my life.
I was at Madison Square Garden to see The Police with my friend Pete. We had tickets in the blue section, or “Blue Heaven” as it was referred to, because it was all the way back and up. From there the stage looked like a matchbox and the entertainers like ants. We agreed the situation was unacceptable and, while the Go Go’s played their opening set, decided to make our move.
We dropped down the wall into green section, snuck by the guard into yellow section, hopped over a small rail to get into orange then, there it was – red section splayed out in front of us like the promised land, with the front row beckoning.
There was only one problem. The entire perimeter of red section was heavily patrolled by security. I cautioned Pete. I suggested we hunker down in orange for a while, at least until the Go Go’s played “Our Lips Are Sealed”, and then wait for an opening. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Drew for today’s story.
The date was October 19, 2013. It was a foggy morning in the small, but loud, town of Clemson, South Carolina. It was a typical Saturday morning for this time of year – full of tailgating in anticipation for the local football team, The Clemson Tigers.
The matchup was against the Florida State Seminoles, and both teams were top ranked, Clemson third and FSU 5th. ESPN GameDay had made its way to campus to showcase the game. They picked Bill Murray as the guest speaker, since Murray’s son Jackson attends Clemson; I’ve even had classes with him. We all saw Murray ruin Corso’s pick reveal on Gameday, but the cameras missed Bill’s best moment of the day.
Later, as I was walking around Bowman Field I say Murray over near the road. As I approached I noticed a young college girl covered in Seminole attire walk over to Murray and hand him an FSU themed football asking if he would sign it. Murray took the football from here, said “Go Tigers”, PUNTED the football over the road into a big group of bushes, and ran off. It was single-handedly the funniest thing I have ever witnessed!
We’d like to thank Chris for sharing this story.
In the late ’80s when I was very young, my parents took me to a Salt Lake Trappers game in Salt Lake City. Bill Murray was part owner of the team at the time and, on the night we attended, he happened to be at the game. During one of the breaks between innings, several of the players grabbed Bill and dragged him around the bases.
My dad happened to catch a foul ball during the game. Afterwards, he snuck onto the field and into the player’s dugout, where he asked Bill to autograph his baseball. Bill took the ball and asked my dad, “Aren’t you supposed to give these back?” My dad didn’t know how to reply until Bill smiled, signed the ball, and handed it back to him.