We’d like to thank Dujuan Thomas for sharing this story.
My ROTC group was in Charleston, SC for a trip. We went to the RiverDogs game and after a while I decided to wander around. I was about to take a panoramic picture of the stadium when someone said Bill Murray had just walked by. I told my friend and we went off to find him.
After a few minutes, we saw him sitting near the team’s dugout. By then, I was super excited! I was like “it’s Bill Freaking Murray!!” After watching some guy go down and talk to him, I finally gained the nerves to go down myself. I came beside him and said, “Hey Mr. Murray, sorry to intrude but I had to meet you.” He said “it’s alright, sit down with me the batter’s up.” Continue reading
We’d like to thank Victoria for today’s story.
I was sampling a chip product at JFK airport and Bill Murray came up to try some of the samples. He asked me what my favorite was so I told him to try a particular one. Some bystander who came over to the table was in shock that it was Bill Murray and asked if I knew who Bill Murray was. I said yes and took their picture.
Then I shyly asked if I could have a picture with him also and he ended up walking away to find a trashcan. He came back to the table to ask me to recycle and asked my name and where I’m from. I asked him if he was flying home to be with a valentine and he said he is going home to SC. It was the best Valentine’s Day. He may not know it but he was my valentine.
We’d like to thank Fred Joy for sharing today’s story
My father-in-law and I were on vacation in Charleston, South Carolina in 2009. We booked a round at a semi-public course for a Tuesday morning tee time. We unloaded our bags, stroked our beards, I put on my Georgia Tech Yellow Jacket hat, and then we walked into the pro-shop.
Upon opening the door, there were two loud voices, clearly having a ‘spirited’ discussion that stopped my father-in-law and I in our tracks. Within seconds it was apparent that the two voices were equally arguing and teasing each other. And both voices were good at it.
We turned the corner – there was Bill and the Pro, arguing over a bag of range balls. Bill was under the impression that the small bag of balls should be honored to be set free upon the open range, and it was his duty to do it. The Pro wanted his $5.
We’d like to thank John P for sharing this story
It was 1980 – I was 13 years old and with my Father at O’Hare airport when I spotted Bill Murray waiting to check into his flight. I told my Dad “Hey, that’s Bill Murray!” My Dad, never one to be star struck, answered back, “Sure looks like it”.
“Do you think he’d mind if I ask him for an autograph?”
My Dad responded that it didn’t look like he was too busy, so I walked up to him and asked for an autograph. He was very friendly and gracious to do so, while my dad told him, “My son stays up late every Saturday to watch your show”, my dad explained.
“I hope he’s not drinking too much”
“Nope, I do the drinking at our house”, my dad assured him. “Good for you sir”, was his reply, and we were on our merry way.