One of my favorite celebrity stories happened just a few months ago. I was at a relatively low key bar in Austin, when Taylor Kitsch walks in. I recognized him right away, and turned to my group of friends, and say, "Hey, Taylor Kitsch is here."

They all looked at me confused and one says, "Who?" So I rattle off some of his stuff, "Friday Night Lights, John Carter, Lone Survivor..." And they do a collective head nod with realization to who he is. Then my drunk friend turns and screams at him...

"Bro, you and Rihanna KILLED IT in Battleship!!!"

I have a crazy amount of hot celebrity (and "plain" celebrity) sightings, but I've been trying to think of more actual stories, and I've got a few great ones of just celebs/athletes in general I can definitely tell. I'll start with one of the most random ones that has to do with Andre Agassi. Hands down, two of the most surreal moments of my life, both in one afternoon...

Years ago, we were in Vegas doing a shoot for 24 Hour Fitness with Agassi at his parents house, who live, I sh*t you not, on the corner of ANDRE and AGASSI in this super nice gated community. Behind their house they have a tennis court where Andre trained, with another, smaller house, behind that where he actually lifted weights and what not. An entire HOUSE just for training.

Anyway, at the beginning of the shoot, the photographer was on a ladder, aiming the camera down at Agassi as he served. And for some reason we had only THREE tennis balls. Agassi said he'd supply everything, since we were at his "facility," but he only brought three balls to the court. At first he was just tossing a ball in the air and striking a serve pose, but that wasn't working as well, so they asked him to actually serve a few. I was standing next to the ladder, just there to help in any way, and at that point I asked Agassi if he needed me to go fetch the balls, to which he responded with a half-smile/chuckle and said no, he's good. I was confused for a second... and then I saw exactly why he didn't need me. At half speed, I swear to God, he was able to hit the top white canvas strap of the net like a bullseye, to the point where the balls would come rolling right back in his direction. And I watched him do this at least 15 times in a row, without missing. It was insane.

At that point, after "warming up," he looks at me and goes, "Now you might want to over there." So I jog over to the other side of the court, just beyond the diagonal server box a little further back than you'd be if you were actually returning, and all the sudden I'm staring down Andre Agassi, who's about to - technically - serve to ME. I was obviously without a racket, but I just kept thinking, relatively speaking, not many non-tennis professional human beings have stood opposite one of the most famous tennis players in history, about to "receive" his serve. And then he did just that. For some reason, I thought I was going to be able to catch the ball after its one bounce, and I couldn't have been more wrong. I've seriously never seen an object travel that fast in that kind of proximity. Like, if you gave me a racket, there was absolutely no chance in hell I would have been able to even swing before the ball was delivered. I was just in awe. So, for the next 15 minutes or so, I would let the balls whiz past me, hit the back fence, catch them, then toss them back to Agassi.

That was surreal moment number one.

An hour or so later, after a bunch of different looks/shots, Agassi wants to take a break. It was a super small shoot, and everyone stayed outside, just kind of hanging out on the porch, since there wasn't much to be done, but I had to print something from my computer, which was set up on the kitchen table, which Agassi's parents let us use as our little base. Anyway, at this moment, I'm the only one inside, and suddenly Agassi's incredibly nice dad walks in - this short bald guy with a thick accent - and offers me one of those long, stick-like colored/flavored ice things (I'm blanking on the actual name). It was mid-July in Vegas, I had been outside all damn day, so I said sure, I'll take one. He then tells me to come relax in the living room. I didn't want to offend him, so I follow him into the living room, and he tells me to have a seat on the couch. There are two couches, kind set up in a wide V shape, with two recliners at the "tip" of the V. Agassi's mom is in one, knitting, while his dad takes a seat in the other. And they're watching Judge Judy. We kind of talk about the weather or whatever, then start to get into the episode a bit, and all the sudden Agassi himself walks in the room - flavored icey stick in hand - and sits on the other couch. And I kid you not, for the next 20 minutes, me, Andre Agassi, his mom and his dad, sit in near silence, watching Judge Judy, sucking on flavored ice sticks. I couldn't even concentrate on the episode because it was just impossible not to be in silent awe of the situation I was in. You know, just me and the Agassi's hanging out watching Judge Judy in their living room.

So yeah, that was surreal moment number two, and the culmination of one of the weirdest/coolest days ever.

Holy ****... you ate ****ing Pop Ice with Andre Aggasi and his family??? It would've been an awesome story no matter what you did, but the fact you guys ate a cheap popsicle aimed at 6 year olds is incredible.

That sounds like a scene from a Wes Anderson movie.