A couple of stories…these are the class acts that are saddled with dickish entourages.
Back in the late 80’s, early 90’s, the 49ers had just pummeled our poor Seahawks in Seattle. I missed out on the game, but went down to one of the bars down by the Kingdome to drink some beers and toast the loss. I’m walking back from the bar, and who walks in but Joe Montana, surrounded by a thuggish entourage that rudely shoved me and others out of the way to clear the path for Joe. I was pissed, “Dick,” I thought to myself.
Well, later walking back from the bathroom, I walk right into Joe as he was walking in. I smiled and said “Hey, you kicked our asses, but welcome to town anyway.” He laughed and said “Hey, thanks man” and gave a million-dollar smile. Later, as I was leaving the place, we actually made eye contact and he raised a glass to me across the room.
Joe Montana is forever the greatest 
At one of the Lollapalloozas, I was walking about and turned a corner and wham ran right into, and over, Perry Ferrel (from Jane’s Addiction) knocking him to the ground. He’s barely 5’ tall on a humid day, I’m quite a bit larger. Well, his entourage had a fit and rushed in to proceed with a good old pummelling. Perry, to his class-act credit, jumped up and intervened, pushed them away from teraing my arms off, and gave me an apologetic handshake and pat on the back. We laughed it off and went on our way.
Salute to Perry