Sammy Sosa. When I was in college back in the '90's, I worked nights as a doorman for a high rise luxury apartment on the north side of Chicago. One night someone calls the desk and says it's Sammy Sosa, and that he is stopping by to see someone in the building and to call her up. I was like, uh-huh, OK, "Sammy." He was like "Dude, this is Sammy Sosa." Anyway I called up the resident and as it turns out, she did know him. And then, Jiminy Christmas guess who walks through the door about 30 minutes later? The roided out Cubs slugger himself.
Over the couple years I worked there I ran into a few other local sports players, coming in at 3:00 a.m., some slobbering drunk. There were some residents in the building who provided high-priced "escort" services, allegedly.