I Was Burt Reynolds' Bodyguard. Sort Of.

So in April of 1995, I went to Vegas to see the Forman/Schulz fight. It was at the MGM Grand Gardens and I had nosebleed seats. If I had stayed home and watched on HBO I would’ve been closer.

After the fight, I decided to head down to ringside just to see what I could see. I was wearing a pretty sharp suit, so I was able to get right down next to the ring.

Security was pushing people to exit and as I was moving through the crowd I felt a hand on my back and heard a voice I KNEW telling me to keep on going. I looked over my shoulder to see if it was who I thought it was. And it was.

Burt Reynolds!

I’d had a “couple” of cocktails at this point, so I thought what the hell? I started pushing forward through the crowd shouting, “Please make way for Mr. Reynolds!” Etc, and it worked! The crowd parted as if I were Moses.

We got to the exit, and I turned to look at Burt. He smiled and kind of chuckled. After all I’m only 5’6”. Then he nodded and he and his companion got into their limo and left.

I’ve met a TON of famous people in my life, but that was the coolest encounter ever.

Also, afterwards, I powered drinks at the Sahara because I forgot there is no last call in Vegas, and I woke up the next morning in my skeezy hot tub motel where the Cosmopolitan is now with the worst hangover I’ve ever had.

Still, for one brief moment, I was Burt Reynolds’ security detail.


RIP Bandit.

Yes, I did sit in the hot tub. 

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