In the summer of 1976, the final elimination bouts to determine who would make the U.S. Olympic boxing team were held in Burlington, Vermont. The city was chosen, I assume, because of its proximity to Montreal, site of the '76 games.
Anyway, I was in the bookstore at the University of Vermont when I saw Sugar Ray Leonard just a few feet away.
I asked him about one of his hands, which Howard Cosell had suggested might be injured.
He was quite nice and suggested that you can't believe everything Howard Cosell says.
I wished him well.
I haven't read Leonard's brand new tell-all autobiography. But something tells me that scintillating exchange isn't in the book.
Another time, quite a few years later, I noticed Carl Wilson standing nearby at a baggage carrousel in the Memphis airport.
I don't recall exactly what I said. I think I tried to make sure that he knew I hadn't mistaken him for his brother Brian. And I thanked him for the music.
He died a number of years ago. But I'm pretty sure that's him singing lead on "God Only Knows." Not a bad legacy.