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.
We’d like to thank Mark McManus for today’s story.
I was working as a doorman at the Fine Line in Minneapolis, on a night when EL Vez was playing, back in the early 90s. I noticed our girl at the ticket booth turn away Bill, his two kids, Ahmad Rashad, and some other sports figure I didn’t recognize. I quickly ran out the door to find out why.
“Hey, Bill. What’s going on?”
“Oh, this girl said I can’t come in here with my kids. They’re not old enough.” Meanwhile, Rashad is going off on how dark the club is. It was night, and he was wearing sunglasses. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Tessica for today’s story.
Over 5 years ago I worked for an airline that is notorious in SLC for making you walk outside to your plane. Sometimes we would run out of parking and have to do what we called “Bravo” parking (basically parking a plane behind another plane).
The passengers then would have to walk out on the tarmac and then up the stairs of the aircraft. Obviously this is a safety issue so, as employees, we would station ourselves outside to provide guidance to the passengers and to keep them from being run over by tugs.
One day while we were boarding a flight – I believe it was going to Aspen – I saw a male passenger walk outside towards me. He wore a Hawaiian shirt and very loud golf shorts. I wondered, “Who dresses like that?” As the passenger got closer, I realized Bill Murray dresses like that.
In a moment of stupor I did the only thing I could think of to do… I saluted him. No idea why. It just happened. He turned up an eyebrow at me as he walked by, and I kind of shrugged like “yeah, I don’t know either”, and he continued to board the plane.
As I stared at the plane – wondering why on earth I had just saluted Bill Murray – I noticed movement at the aircraft door. A moment later, Bill Murray stepped out of the plane and saluted me back.
We’d like to thank Andy for sharing this story.
Somewhere back around 2006 my special needs son Jayden was constantly in and out of hospitals for brain surgeries after being devastated by the after effects of meningitis. After one such stay at Presbyterian Hospital in NY, my son and I were waiting in front for the valet to bring my car. I looked up and saw Bill Murray walking out of the hospital with a group of people.
Mr. Murray I’m sure saw my excitement and without hesitation handed everything in his hands off and shooed the people with him along. He walked over with a great big smile and open arms, he hugged me and then got down on his knees next to my son in his wheelchair and gave him a great big hug and stayed on his knees talking to my son and I for 15-20 minutes. Continue reading