I had an encounter with an entire team of Serbian basketball players at the late Simplon Orient Express - or at least Vlade Divac and Peja Stojakovic. Only two tables in the place were occupied, my group of two and their group of six or so. It was the middle of the NBA season and they were both with the Kings at the time, so it seemed strange that they were in Chicago since I was pretty sure they were not playing the Bulls any time soon. After a drink or two of wine, my curiosity demanded some answers.
They both looked more than a wee bit leery of me, understandably I suppose, and one of their companions jumped up to speak with me. After it was established that I was not anything more than a distraction, the friend told me they were playing the Bucks tomorrow and came down for some good, Serbian food. Vlade and Peja never spoke a word.
I swear I posted this before, but I cannot find the previous post.
Also took a shower with Ernie Banks once at the Lakeshore Racket Club, but I ain't saying any more about that.
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Feeling (south) loopy