An ex-customer of mine got drafted just after Sam Bowie. I had to go to the Ritz Carleton one night at about midnight because when he arrived there at about 10:30 PM, he discovered that Comcast had inadvertently disconnected him, and while I don't work for Comcast, the Ritz gives its famous people the red carpet treatment and they knew they could drag me out that late at night.
I had worked out a bunch of Sam Bowie allusions that I was going to try to find a way to drop on him, like, "Don't ask me, I thought Sam Bowie was going to be a steal at number 2", but I was never able to steer what little conversation we made in such a way as to serve as the set-up I needed. In fact, he was too busy puffing on his Havana cigar to say much of anything.