The Man, the Myth, the Letdown
Met Dirk Benedict (A-Team, Battlestar Galactica) at a local con. There was no one at his booth so I went to get an autograph. He was drunk as sh*t and it was 10:30 am. He was nice enough to speak with me for quite a long time then he had to leave for a panel. When he sat down for the panel he said, “I’m getting paid to talk so I’m going to talk about what I want”, then he proceeded to drunkenly ramble about how sh*tty U.S. immigration policy is, and about eating a healthy diet, and about how Mr. T taught him how to eat right while on the A-Team so he can shit better now. Seems like a crazy a** dude to hang out with, but the little kid in me expected a much more put-together guy. (MachineGunTeacher)
When I was in 2nd grade, I thought Bob Feller (pitcher from the Indians back in the day) was the greatest thing ever. I read about him constantly. When Cleveland opened it’s new Jacob’s Field stadium, he was there signing autographs all day. I went to the exhibition game with my dad.
Around 10pm we were walking to our car in the lot, and my dad notices Bob Feller is like ten feet away walking with some guy. He’s like – Do you want to ask him for an autograph? So I go over there, this tiny little white haired blonde girl, and I was like “Excuse me Mr. Feller, can I have your autograph?”
He turns to me and is like “God damnit, no. I’ve been signing autographs all day, I’m not signing another one, jesus christ.”
I didn’t know what to do so I just kinda froze and walked back to my dad and teared up. My dad was so sad because he knew he was my hero, so he took the paper from me and was like “Mr. Feller would you reconsider? She’s 8, she reads about you every night, you’re her hero.” He was like “Give me the god damn paper!” Signed his name real quick, and my dad thanked him so much and walked back to me to give it to me. He was like “Here honey!”
Loud enough for Feller to hear (which was an accident lol), I was like “i dont want it anymore.”
After telling that story here and there I found out apparently he is a huge d*ck and has a reputation for being constantly nasty. Oh well. (Lashes_)
I met one of the artists from ZZ Top at a super nice hotel in Louisville. Wasn’t a big deal to me but was to my cousin.
My cousin asked, “I’m sorry to bother you, but may I get an autograph? I’m a really big fan!”
The one Z replied “Sure thing, let me run up to my room really quickly and get the rest of the guys.”
We watched him go up to the room and waited for a little over an hour. My cousin cried.
F*ck that Z in particular. (DankeyKang11)