Yesterday, Billy Crystal made me physically jealous when he played in a spring training game for my team, the New York Yankees.
Nothing rivals the perks of the fraternity of the famous. I used to envy Billy just because he was allowed inside the Yankee locker room; now he's their designated hitter. It looked like it was more fun than a barrel of strippers.
Maybe, instead of setting up a contract hit on him, I'll thank him– now I have 1002 reasons to never give up.