Cornell lax player collapses

[billhoward]

[Q]Jerseygirl Wrote:

My sophomore year, I had a writing class with a very prominent member of the hockey team.  The fact that it was an amazing class aside, he turned in a damn good memoir about what else?  Playing hockey.  One of the lines stuck out and made me incredibly sad, partly because I knew I was guilty of what he was writing about.  He said, "People point and whisper in the library or on the arts quad when they see me.  I hear my name talked about like the weather.  They think I can't see them or hear them, but it's one thing I've never gotten used to."  
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That's the price of fame, small-town style. You spend a lot of hours in the weight room and on ice but you get the thrill of being on a winning team. (Which beats the heck out of doing all the work and being on a losing team; consider the football players this year.) People whisper about you but you perhaps get to date a better class of woman than you would otherwise.

An erstwhile PC Mag columnist from the 1990s, Jim Seymour, used to coincidentally and occasionally ride the American shuttle from Austin to DFW with Barbara Bel Geddes, Miss Ellie from the Dallas TV show, and they were well known enough to get seats 1A and 1B if and when they flew together since they were comfortable with their relative fame and wouldn't bother each other. (Plus, Jim's bulk kind of dictated he sit in a bulkhead row.) One day an autograph seeker slipped past the curtain separating First from Steerage, interrupted their conversation, stuck a sheet of paper between them, and said, "I hate to interrupt, but I'm a really big fan of yours and I would love to get your autotgraph [ever so brief pause] ... Mr. Seymour." It was a computer groupie, not a Hollywood groupie. Afterward, BBG said, being interrupted hurt a lot, but once she had steeled herself to sign one more sheet of paper, *not* being asked for the autograph hurt even more.