“I saw Bill Murray playing wiffleball at a school on the upper east side of Manhattan with just one friend of his. He hit a ball over a construction fence that he couldn’t get. He asked me if I could, so him and his friend lifted up a part of the bottom of the fence that was loose. I army crawled under and got the ball for him. They even applauded me as I jogged back with the ball in hand. That was a good day. Took an hour for my heart to stop racing as I was so amped up to meet him.”