Late 80s, I think it was ...
I knew he was in town for an exhibition, but I did not expect to run into him in the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel. Heck, I didn't even know he was staying there!!
Anyway, I was standing in the lobby waiting for my car when this bearded blonde guy dressed in tennis whites came around the corner, swinging his racket, and started walking in my direction ... I nearly fainted. HIM. IN THE FLESH. BJORN BORG.
As he passed by I managed to croak, "Mr. Borg ..." He stopped and smiled graciously at me, and waited politely for me to speak.
I never did. My hands were clammy, I think I was hyperventilating, and before I could make a spectacle of myself, my companion dragged me away. I wasn't even able to get his autograph!!
But that's how I am in the presence of celebrity. I freeze. And, heaven knows, Bjorn Borg was drop-dead gorgeous!