The Good Doctor and I were recently discussing what famous people we supposedly look like. I said that I have been told I look somewhat like Brandi Chastain, the USA soccer player well known for ripping her shirt off after scoring the winning goal at the 1999 World Cup. I'm not sure I buy that, but I've heard it several times and there are worse people you could be compared to.

So today I was walking around a golf tournament with a friend when an older Mexican gentleman approached me, put his hat in my hand and asked for my autograph. I mistakenly thought he thought I was a golfer, so I told him I was not and tried to give his hat back. But he then made a kicking motion with his foot and said, "No. You. Football." So I enjoyed an inner giggle about that, but assured him I was not Brandi Chastain. My friend Jay said I should have signed his hat anyway.

But there was one well-known athlete walking around the course in Palm Springs today. I was standing along a green when I noticed a tall, fit black man standing next to me. I quickly realized I was standing next to former NFL wide receiver/Dancing With the Stars/Pros vs. Joes superstar Jerry Rice. I noticed he was wearing a Super Bowl ring around his neck on a chain. Given that it was the size of my chin, it was hard to miss. I was tempted to ask if he might consider hocking that jewelry before signing up for any more reality television, but I passed.