Because I usually sit in the 300's I never see the players up close so when I actually encounter one in street clothes I'm never quite sure if it's an actual Blazer or my imagination. I've had two of those encounters this off-season.
I'm pretty sure it was Antonio Harvey in the produce section of Fred Meyer, but not positive. He always looks so spiffy in the Rose Garden and this guy was dressed in sweatshirt & jeans. And couldn't remember if Harvey had facial hair which, of course, may change at any time so "what was" is no help. But anyway, it was an extremely tall dude who I think was Antonio Harvey.
However, it was definitely Channing Frye Sat. night at the emergency veterinary clinic. I was waiting for the results of blood tests on my cat when this - to quote myself - extremely tall dude walks in accompanied by an average height young woman and a short bulldog. When the man turned around I thought "Wow, he looks Channing Frye!" They sat quite near me in the very small waiting room. There's sometimes idle chit chat (I've been there often) and the young woman and I eventually exchanged a few words. Among them were, "we live in Phoenix..." so I got brave (I'm pretty shy/timid/reserved) and said something like, "Since you live in Phoenix I have to ask if you are Channing Frye." "I am Channing Frye." A woman a few seats over looked quickly at him, obviously checking out a celebrity in our midst, but since she didn't recognize him went back to her magazine. Anyway, they are here for the summer; "best summers in the world", said Channing. They came to the clinic because the bulldog had an infected ear. They have a baby due in Oct. and don't know the gender. Mom said, "Since it's our first, he's indulging me. I don't want to know." He just shook his head and muttered. The baby was quite active and Channing commented that it was a big one. At that point the vet came out to see me so I had no more interaction with them. When I left, via the back door with empty cat carrier, I saw a lovely white Mercedes with AZ plates parked next to my ordinary vehicle. Talk about mixed emotions for the night - I went in worried about the cat, got excited meeting Mr & Mrs & Dog Frye, then had to deal with the decision - and aftermath - of having the sweet boycat, who I'd had for over 18 years, euthanized. Draining.