They care they just tell themselves they don't...

Head and shoulders better than Arnold's nanny....

I'm happy for him. Kids are awesome. He's got a ways to go to catch Ray, but I'm sure he's trying...

I have a buddy who was a huge Marino fan growing up.

He ran into Dandy Dan on an airplane at the tail end of his career, introduced himself and the way he described it made Tony G sound hospitable at training camp.

Got rid of all of his Marino stuff right after that and hates the prick today.

Another pic of Donna Savattere aka Lois Einhorn.

http://www.lobshots.com/wp-content/u...einhorn_26.jpg

this is not ok at work! :LOL:

Want some refreshments Dan?

That's why I rarely approach my "heroes." I don't want to risk the illusion being shattered.

It seems strange at first, but here's why:

These dudes want to seem cool and important and impress women. When you live in an ultra rich area and run in these circles, there's nothing you can do to impress hot women because they've all been wined and dined by rich guys their entire lives.

What ends up happening is they end up hooking up with less attractive women who are easier to impress because they haven't dated guys who fly around in private jets and eat at world class restaurants on a regular basis.

I think if I ever saw Montana or Brett somewhere I'd just leave them alone because I'd be afraid of what would happen.

I spoke to Brett briefly at spring training once and he replied nicely. I considered myself lucky.

Everybody has secrets. The only difference between us and Dan is that we don't work in the spotlight, so nobody's looking for ours, and not many folks would care if they did find them out, whatever it is we're hiding.

My secret is I sneak a Double Cheeseburger when my wifes not looking. Not banging some PA when my wifes not looking. Little bit of a difference.

That happened to me with George Brett.

I was at a social gathering here in Wichita (Brett's In-Laws lived here at the time). I was speaking with a friend of his, and GB walks up, interrupts our conversation, and smirks, "sorry, I need to borrow this guy, but I'll give you an autograph later..." He was a complete douchebag, and that's as nice as I can say it. I've run into him on a number of other occasions since, where that it appears to be the norm for him. Completely ****ed me up, as he was most certainly a MAJOR hero of mine growing up.

Why do we care...? He played football and now he's on TV every Sunday. He's fabulously wealthy. If he paid her millions, then the kid probably isn't going to grow up to rob me at an ATM at 11 at night.

Mind your own damn business, media.