He's in the middle...behind the bearded man...yes, it's him: Andy Roddick. He's the tennis pro whose picture was plastered on my locker door in high school...the guy who I picked to be my future husband when playing MASH in between volleyball matches. Silly, I know, but I was a little starstruck when I saw Andy working out on the same track as my running group. Of course, I was giddy as a schoolgirl. The leader of the pack--er, running group--Paul, knows Andy from a committee they serve on together. We were introduced, shook hands (death-grip handshake), exchanged a few words and took this pic.Typically, I don't go ga-ga over celebs...but, I must say, for living in a city in the middle of Texas, I've seen my fair share. Other sightings include mingling with Luke Wilson and Bachelor Brad (does he count?) at local bars and walking past Bachelor cast-off Jeremy from Dallas on Sixth Street. Is Austin a haven for celeb rejects or what?
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are you serious?! i told you you have a life that should be made into a movie! or perhaps a book since you are a journalist! thats so very cool. miss you tons.
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