At the batting cages one day with my brother-in-law, we were met by a smiling woman who offered us passes to a free screening of a new baseball movie. Of course we accepted, and went to the movie.
It turned out to be "The Natural." I saw Robert Redford enter the theater after the lights went down; he sat two rows in front of us.
After watching a great movie, we filed out and in the parking lot I ran smack into Penny Marshall. I didn't have the nerve, so a friend asked for her autograph for me. All I had was my checkbook, so I handed her the back of a blank check to sign. She said, "What am I endoasin' heah?"
Then she asked us, "What did you think of the score?" I ALMOST said, "It was 3-2, they won," but then she said, "You know, the music." Thank the maker that she clarified what she meant. I said I loved it. She must've been friends with the composer, who I think was Thomas Newman.
I've also met Paula Poundstone, and just like when I met Penny Marshall, I was reduced to a quivering mound of jelly, saying silly star-struck things. I am pathetic, 0-for-two when it comes to meeting people whose work I like. 
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