Met Buster Olney at the Tampa Airport during Spring Training. Couldn't have been a nicer guy. Talked baseball with him for about 15 minutes. This was 2010 and he prophetically saw the end of Piniella coming quickly. Met Desmond Howard at O'Hare. Also an extremely nice guy despite having an overnight layover trying to get to Fargo for Gameday back in September. He texted my MSU friend a "Go Blue", which was fantastic. When I was 7 or 8, I played playground basketball against one of Kareem Abdul Jabaar's kids. First black person I ever met. Nice kid. Slaughtered me in hoops, though. But, the most pertinent story comes when the Cubs were in San Francisco in 2004. We went to Maddux's 300th win (randomly, trip had been planned for months) and then later that night were out at a dive bar by our hotel and the crew of Farnsworth, Bako, Rusch, and Mercker come rolling in already half in the bag. We shot the [expletive] with them for probably 2 hours. They all thought the team was going to win the WS, all loved Nomar, they all agreed that "#21" was the biggest douche on the team, and they all said playing for the Cubs was basically the best thing ever. Farnsworth ran the pool table all night and took some chick home (she was probably about a 6), Rusch and Bako were pretty low key and were texting their wives/family all night kind of just hanging out in the corner. Mercker, however, drank more beers than I could count, was completely shithoused, falling all over the place. He ended up blowing the game the next night on Sunday Night Baseball by allowing the tiebreaking run to score as an inherited runner. (http://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/SFN/SFN200408080.shtml. We lost out on the Wild Card by 1 or 2 games. [expletive] Kent Mercker.