I was out last night at Champion’s in downtown Tampa and spotted a few big names in the sporting world. First it was Gary Sheffield with a 10-person entourage in tow. He was managing to fend off some middle aged autographed seekers in order to take as many pictures with girls as possible. Later however as the bar was closing, I not a certain bronzed, slick-haired indivual stroll past straight to the back of the bar. It just so happened to be P Riles and a entourage of his own (fat middle aged white guys). Aside from the sportcoat mafia he was with, I noticed one more man stroll past. My eyes couldn’t help, but stare as the living myth himself, an immortal, Cal Ripken Jr. worked his way to the back of the bar to have a few drinks with Mr. Three-Peat. There could have been a ton of different topics thrown around in their conversation last night, but I think I’m banking that Riley was just throwing out fashion tips left and right.