We’d like to thank Tim for today’s story.
It was the summer of 2003 at the Greater Hartford Open. I was 12 years old working as a volunteer at the tournament. As an avid golf enthusiast and naturally a fan of Caddyshack, I was very excited to see Bill play.
After being snubbed earlier in the day by Bo Jackson, my morale was low. My hopes of meeting Murray were fleeting. I waited for Bill patiently to arrive at the hole where I was stationed.
As he teed off and began to move down the fairway, I knew meeting him was the truly important task at hand. He began interacting with the crowd. I took my chance. I must have screamed “Mr. Murray” about 10 times until finally he responded “Jesus kid, what?!”
I was so shocked at the fact that I was being spoken to directly, over everyone else, that I completely lost the ability to speak. He then praised my persistence and invited me to walk the rest of the hole with him and even signed my hat. Best golf memory I will ever have.
We’d like to thank Pam Victor for sharing this story.
When I was just out of college, sometime around 1988, I worked as a PA in television production. I was sent to the Brill Building – where Broadway Video was (maybe still is?) – to drop off a tape with our director.
Bill Murray got on the elevator with me. He was talking to his colleagues but being really goofy and kept looking over to see if I was laughing. It seemed like he was flirty with me, but maybe that was just in my 21 year old head. I was a HUUUUUUUGE Bill Murray fan, but determined to be cool about it, so I didn’t respond and just kept looking ahead (like a good New Yorker).
I hope he couldn’t hear me scream in excitement after he got off at his floor.
We’d like to thank Margaret Sullivan for today’s story.
When my brothers Bill and Jim were in high school in Wilmette, IL they used to go for pizza all the time at this restaurant on Central Street. They would come home and tell stories of the “funniest guy of all time” who made their pizza. This person turned out to be Bill Murray, as he grew up in our town.
My brothers went there so often that when Bill saw them come in – he would sit down and read the paper – telling them to “make your own pizza”, which they did. They all laughed while he told them stories the whole time. When my brother was sick with cancer, a friend contacted his sister and told her this story. Bill Murray ended up calling him in the last few weeks of his life.
In their conversation he said to my brother, “Apparently we used to work together.” My brother said, “No, I did your work and you got paid”. Bill Murray thought that was very funny and they had a great conversation about all the characters that worked there. Bill Murray took time to call a dying person and spend a few minutes laughing together. I don’t think it gets any better than that. It will always be remembered.
Thanks Bill, ya knucklehead.
We’d like to thank Caleb Davis for the following story.
It was New Years 2009 in Crested Butte, Colorado. A few friends and I were skiing and partaking in various shenanigans when we decided to head out for some New Years Eve fireworks and festivities.
The temperature was 5 degrees, but felt even less. It quickly became apparent that fireworks are not that fun when the weather is so cold, so we decided to head to a warm, cozy bar instead. Right as we were about to leave, one of my friends realized there was something familiar about a gentleman standing about 20 yards away from us, eventually deciding “Dudes… that’s Bill Murray over there“.