That's My Cookie!
Speaking of brushes with fame , I was walking down the hallway beneath Rio Tinto Stadium, Wednesday night, along with several other reporters headed for the RSL locker room. At just that moment, security guards crowded us against one wall, saying, "Step back from the walkway, folks."
I couldn't figure out what was going on until I saw rocker David Cook coming down the hall with his entourage from the opposite direction. He was doing a post-game set, following the RSL-Los Angeles match.
I can't say I know all Cook's songs, but I knew who the former "American Idol" star was. As he passed, he saw us waiting for him to get by. "Sorry, guys," he said humbly.
"No problem," I said cleverly.
I'm good with that sort of repartee with the rich and famous.
So my one close-up experience with him was enough to convince me he's at least a pretty decent guy. He might not be Mick Jagger or Paul McCartney in the music department, but I'm doubting either of them would bother to apologize for holding up a few reporters.
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