Last night, we went a Predators game. They got beat in OT :( On the brightside though, they did earn a point and that is very important since the playoff race is so tight.
Enough of that though.
During the second intermission, Hal & I went downstairs to get tickets for a game we want to see (Detroit) but his company tix are already spoken for.
Anywho, on the way back upstairs, we heard these crazy, ear-piercing shrieks. I then noticed a bunch of security type guys around a man with familiar long hair and a trail of tween girls running after him screaming like something crazy.
It was Billy Ray Cyrus... currently best known as Hannah Montana's dad. No sight of her though. I cant even begin to imagine how much those little girls would've just lost their mind had they spotted her. It would surely be chaos.
I just think it is funny that those little girls probably dont have a clue that Billy Ray was a somewhat one hit wonder in his own right.
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That's funny, Gurl. You're probably right about them thinking that all he's ever been was Hannah Montana's dad. He had a few hits, though. Remember "Romeo!"
I guess that was more of a Dolly hit.
You know, Josh... funny that you mention "Romeo." I thought about calling him Romeo in this post, but didnt think anyone else reading this would know what I was referring to (aside from you!).
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