My mom worked in a New Orleans hospital OR in the early 80's. One morning, a coworker walks in wearing a night dress and not scrubs. She asks my mom if she or my dad would like tickets to some basketball game being held at the Superdome. When my mom asks more about it, the girl proceeds to tell her she met a guy named Brent Musberger at a bar the night before and he gave her tickets to some basketball game he was announcing. My dad and his best friend went to the NCAA Championship for free. :biggrin: