I was at O’Hare this morning for a flight to Boston and was waiting on line at Starbucks when this guy walked by who looked super familiar. I knew he was a really famous sports figure but that I knew him from something else like announcing or a cheesy reality TV show. I was going crazy racking my brain to think of who it was, his face was so familiar, there was no mistaking it. Then I whipped my laptop open and did some searching. Evander Holyfield. And the cheesy reality program? Dancing with the Stars. Not that I watch that show.. He was sporting a nice Louis Vuitton carry-on too. Just now I found this news clip that he was in Chicago promoting a “Gloves Not Guns” program that introduces kids to boxing as a way of keeping them off the streets, so I’m sure it was him. There’s a lot going on with boxing in Chicago right now so maybe he stayed in town through the weekend. Sidenote: Does George Foreman know that Evander Holyfield is selling the “Real Deal” Grill?

So then, as I was eagerly trying to search for photos of Evander to confirm my sighting, I got paged on the intercom and was told to go to the podium. “Oh shit!” was my first thought. I gathered my stuff and went up. “The flight is overbooked,” they said. “So we need to upgrade you.” No problemo, lady! Anytime! This is only the second time I’ve ever been in first class. The first time was once when they canceled my flight and rescheduled it for so close after the original flight that it didn’t even affect my schedule. But when I showed up for the new flight they said I was upgraded and I didn’t argue. I think it was only from New York to Philly for a layover. Too bad my luck with upgrades has always been with short flights and not when I’m going to California or Hawaii. Oh well, I’m not complaining.