When I was 12 I got to go to a game with courtside seats. Having never been so close to the action before, I was stoked outside my prepubescent mind. That ticket was worth more to me than any Willy Wonka Golden Ticket ever received by anybody, fictional or otherwise. We find our seats, start enjoying the game but who doesn’t come over and plop down right next to my father but Wayne Gretzky? Life. Made. Great guy, talked to us the whole time, signed my ticket, which I (obviously) still have to this day.