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Two Autographs, One Day

We’d like to thank Mitch Henderson for sharing this story.

This is how I remember it. It was May 2005 and the Memphis humidity had begun its flow onto the TPC at Southwind. Having heard that Bill Murray was playing in the FedEx St. Jude Classic Pro Am I decided to try my luck in getting an autograph for my 10 year old who was enamored with Bill. This was after watching “What About Bob” about 1,603,219 times.

With no ticket, no permission and little sense I went under the rope at the tee for the sixth hole, loped up to Bill without a pen or paper and asked for his autograph for my son.

He asked, “Where is your son?”

“In school.” I replied.

“A likely story. You want the autograph.”

“No. It really is for my son. He has watched ‘What About Bob’ so much I think he has worn out the DVD.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mitch… and he is a big fan of yours.”

“Well Mitch, I don’t do autographs.” I wasn’t sure if he was serious or just being Bill Murray and not wanting to linger awkwardly, I walked away towards the nearest building, somewhere between being bummed out and being elated having had a brief dialogue with Bill Murray.

While still walking, I heard Bill yell “Hey Mitch!” and turned around to catch a glimpse of him penning something on a golf ball and then he proceeded to throw it to me. Scurrying to get into a good position to catch it through the crowd, I was surprised to see some crumb snatcher do a sideways dive about five feet in front of me, catching the ball, and scurrying off. Bill saw the whole thing and my face must have shown my extreme dismay. He shrugged as if to say “Oh well, I tried.”

After relaying my story to some people, I was handed a souvenir tournament flag and a Sharpie coupled with encouragement to try again. I did. Somewhere on the fairway of the seventh hole, I caught up to him again and the growing crowd he was drawing. After what seemed like an eternity of trying not to look creepy and waiting for an opportunity to approach him, I finally stepped up.

“Too bad about the ball, Mitch.”

“Yeah. Would you sign a flag for me?”

“I thought you said it was for your son. You’re going to sell it on EBay aren’t you?”

“It is… I meant…”

Bill took the flag and Sharpie and scrawled his signature on it. While doing so he told me he was going to be watching EBay to see if I was lying to him.

I thanked him and took my prize. My son was over-the-moon with excitement to get his flag.

Meeting Bill at Pebble Beach as a Kid

We’d like to thank Phoenix for sharing this story.

My story isn’t as exciting or cool as some of the others on this site, but I can say that I had the luck to meet BFM – twice!

I was a kid, about 10-11 years old, participating in the Golf Club at the local Boys & Girls Club (around ’98, I believe). Every year we got the opportunity to help out at the AT&T Pro-Am (held at the Monterey Peninsula Country Club in Pebble Beach, CA). Needless to say, this event was always packed with all sorts of celebrities and moneyed people – a lot of people I didn’t care too much about as a kid. But then there’s Bill Murray.

I remember hearing all of our “care-takers” going on and on about Bill Murray; I just kept thinking, “Where!? Where!?” From the large dining room where we were enjoying our lunches, I could hear him in the distance. So I decided that I was going to get this man’s autograph. I walked over to his table with a ball-cap in my hand and asked if he would sign it.

Without hesitation, he says, “Oh, sure thing, kid!” as he gives me a huge kiss on my cheek. I do believe he was asking me questions but I was so fixated on him I don’t remember what else he may have asked. He signed my hat and handed it; I walked away on clouds! I met him again the next year, same place and event. I went up to him and asked if he remembered me, to which he responded, “Of course I do!” and gave me another kiss on the cheek.

Whether or not he really remembered me, I’ll never know. All of the older women kept telling everyone else about how Bill Murray kissed me on the cheek. The only celebrity encounter that I will truly, never forget! Wish I took a picture.

A Walk Down the Fairway

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.

Photo by tyrian123 on Flickr.

Bill Murray and My Mom, While my Dad Watched

We’d like to thank Justin for sharing today’s story.

In ’92 or ’93, I came in from Oregon to visit with my folks at Pebble Beach. We were there for a Pro-Am Golf Tournament put on by Peter Jacobsen, a PGA pro who was a friend of ours. Bill Murray was his partner for the weekend and the shenanigans were many.

But the crowning moment was when Bill hit an incredible shot about a foot from the pin on the back 9, and the gallery went wild. Bill turned, addressed the crowd, and took a big bow. He then walked up to my mother (my father was right there) put his hands around her waist, leaned in, and planted a 5 second long wet kiss… on her nose.

He then gave my dad his golf glove and walked away.

Bill at the FedEx St. Jude Classic

We’d like to thank Ken for sharing today’s story.

I believe it was back in 2005. Bill Murray, being the golf nut that he is, came to play in the FedEx St. Jude Classic ProAm in Memphis, TN. My father and I have been the starters on the first tee for several years now. This year was a little different with a few celebrities in the mix. All of those who came were very nice on the first tee as we announced them off. Bill was no different. Perhaps a little funnier than the rest, and with a much larger crowd than all of the golfers that day. But just a nice guy. It was great to meet him. (more…)