Yes, I talked to all of them and have pictures. Well, I really did more sputtering around Jeff but come on, he’s so incredibly hot, purrrrrrrrrrr. I have a pic of me standing between Taker and Kane. I come up to their navels. 
And a picture of me with Jeff, meow kitty kitty.
First initial R. You’ll have to figure if that’s short for Raymond or Reynauld or Ramiro or Raphael (some mysteries should not be revealed too easily 
) His Health Insurance was from Actor’s Equity, they covered the whole bill.
No asses were looked at, felt up or checked out in the making of any of this anecdote. ( Well, seeing as he was getting some medication for a respiratory condition I’m pretty sure on that particular day the M.D. did not go after his ass. )
I was an almost contestant on Tic Tac Dough back in 1978. I was one of 20 selected to be a contestant but didn’t get on stage. Wink Martindale gave us signed pictures, I lost mine.
Eddie Vedder sat across the aisle on a flight from Phoenix to Seattle. He mostly bitched about having to fly there for a court hearing. He drank too much too.
Met Jay Leno at a car show. Extremely likable. A month later had a chance to be in the same VIP tent at a CART race in Portland with David Letterman. Real dickhead. Guess who I watch on the rare occasions I watch late night TV.
I met Bernie Kosar, former QB of the Cleveland Browns, and 5 members of the Browns offensive line, when they all came into a bar and grill that my girlfriend and I were in. We were at a table and Bernie and the lineman all squeezed, and I mean squeezed, into a booth right by us. We were about to leave anyway, so as soon as we stood up Bernie said “GRAB THEIR TABLE!”
As my girlfriend’s ass was quite nice I feel fairly confident that Bernie and the lineman checked her’s out as we left, but I can’t vouch for that for certain.
My daughter’s, God Father is a video editor. I got to spend the day with him editing a video for (and with) the Marshall Tucker Band. They were pretty nice, until I got up in the middle of it and walked around to stretch my legs. Their (manager?) got pissed off, and my friend basically asked me to sit in one place. Bastard Manager Guy! No ass checking.
As many of you know, I’m an NCAA umpire. I’ve officiated Skyla Cox (Bobby Cox’s daughter - manager of the Atlanta Braves) several times. Actually it was in youth and high school fast-pitch ball, so the NCAA stuff doesn’t apply… oh well. Anyway, when the Braves’ schedule would permit it, Bobby would come to her games. I met him a couple of times too. Very nice guy. Introduced himself like he was your neighbor. I was like “I know who you are. It’s a pleasure to meet you”. His wife Pam bought me a beer (Actually she bought my umpire crew a six pack at a tournament once. I just happened to be with the umpire that she knew well enough to do this for.) I neither confirm nor deny any ass checking on Bobby Cox’s 18 year old athletic daughter, getting sweaty playing ball in the hot sun, bending slightly while at bat… ~shudder~ Geez, now I feel guilty. The whole family has always been really really nice to me.
I sat in first class (American Airlines) with a pro basketball player once and got his autograph. Shit… I can’t remember his name right now… he’s the one who played with the Charlotte Hornets and used to have those commercials out where he would dress as a woman and play GrandMaMa. Larry Johnson, that’s it! I’m not EVEN a basketball fan, but I got his autograph because my friend was too star struck to even move! I don’t get that. I’m not an autograph seeker. I figure what the hell, he probably can’t program computers… maybe he should seek MY autograph!. He was sitting the whole time, so I didn’t get to see his ass… although I’m sure it was very tall.
My wife went to Holland Hall Preparatory School in Tulsa Oklahoma with Heather Langenkamp (A Nightmare On Elm Street ), and she walked at graduation with Tim Blake Nelson who was Delmar in Oh Brother Where Are Thou? . My wife will have to come on here and let us all know if there was any ass checking here.
That’s all I can think of right now worth mentioning.
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Thanks to my wonderful SO, I got to get on stage with Eric Idle of Monty Python fame, at one of his shows. He was very nice, and after the show I got an autograph and he complimented us on our hats and clothes. I don’t think he checked out my ass, but some of the audience members probably were.
I have an autographed pictures of James Hong, the villian in Big Trouble in Little China. I worked a convention where he was a guest, and he came over to our table and was asking us about what some of the things we were selling were. (Star Wars toys and Beanie Babies.)
I have been friends with many popular fantasy artists, including some of the guys past & currently working for TSR and WotC. I talked Phil Foglio into drawing me at a con, and I have a pretty impressive autograph & original sketch collection. I also have a doodled on cover to Final Fantasy Anthology from the guy that did all the FF character design. (He drew me a Moogle and my favourite character, Setzer.)
I can’t think of any more at the moment… One of the things I want to do before I die is lick William Shatner on the face. I should work on that pretty soon, I’m not sure how much longer I might have.
I bet he tastes like salted peanuts.
When I was on Say What Karaoke I met Carson Daily or however you spell his name. No didn’t check out his ass and I doubt he checked out mine.
Well, I have a few, none of which are terribly exciting.
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I am very good friends with the son of rock drummer Joe Vitale, who has played for Crosby Stills Nash, (&Young), the Eagles, Joe Walsh, Dan Fogelberg, etc… Through him I also met Stephen Stills. So, I’ve seen Joe a LOT and spent tons of time in his house. He’s a really cool guy.
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When I was 9, I met Greg Norman at the World Series of Golf at Firestone CC. I went up to him between holes and said “Nice shooting.” He put his arm around me and said: “Thanks, little buddy.”
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Recently, my then girlfriend and I went drinking at a bar with Danny Pintauro, who played Jonathan on “Who’s the Boss.” He was very nice.
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Met and shook hands with both Hillary and Chelsea Clinton.
Nothing huge or anything, but kind of neat. 
I have shaken hands with Tom Brokaw and James Garner–different occasions. Marcie’s parents were friends with Shirley Jones’ parents.
This one is bad: I was interviewed for national TV by a pool reporter when a person I knew very slightly went off the deep end and committed a particularly gruesome mass murder. I didn’t appear on TV, but a couple of the things I said were used. I insisted on being anonymous because the guy was still at large when I was interviewed.
I was 16 (about 15 years ago), with my mother and brother on a whirlwind tour of Washington DC. We went to the Vietnam War Memorial, and while they went off, I stayed a bit longer (IIRC, it was still a relatively new monument, and I wanted to fully absorb it). At the far end of the wall, there was a commotion going on, where several older ladies were all swarming around someone. I got a bit closer, and found out it was Sid Caesar . He was looking upset, very much in tears.
I waled over to the crowd and yelled at the ladies “Get away from him! Show the man some respect while you are here dammit!” (Well, not really, but I very much wanted to).
My own personal fame - I was on the Happy Rain children’s TV show in Charleston, South Carolina back when I was about 7 years old. When she asked me to whom I wanted to say hello, I froze - and the only answer that came out was “My cousin Tiffany” - who was sitting right next to me. Duh.
I was on CNN repeatedly for about 1 second at a time, as they had filmed some students coming out of a building on the U of A campus for a report. I was the student at the head of the pack. Fame, thy name is Super_head!
As for brushes with famous people - in no particular order: Lou Reed, Lou Reed’s bassist, Tony Randall, and Oliver North.
I met retired goalie Ron Hextall at a mall back when he was on the Flyers (second go-round). Probably not too famous, but he did win the Vezina and Conn Smythe, and I was impressed that he paid more attention to the fans than the dealers that were obviously going to resell his autograph.
I met Ben Folds after a concert in Rochester. He’s a really nice guy who in real life is pretty much exactly how you would expect him to be.
I saw Doug Gilmour of the Habs at the Hard Rock Cafe in Montreal once, but he was there with his family so I left him alone.
WAY back in the day I was at a taping of Double Dare when they still shot in Philadelphia and got an autograph from Marc Summers. I hope I still have it somewhere, the cheese value would be incredible.