the time he started playing baseball, Yogi Berra has met every sitting
President. It was an honor, it was a goal; each occasion brought
joy to Yogi.
BUT, Yogi has not met Obama. He wanted to, hoped to, but
conflicting schedules prevented the meeting. In the absence of a
face-to-face, Yogi still has a valued possession he wants to give to
our president – a signed picture showing Jackie Robinson sliding into
home plate as Yogi is making the tag.
So what do you do when you’re trying to get a special gift to the
biggest celebrity in the world and you can’t be there yourself? You
call the Celebrity Magnet – Tom Murro. That makes sense, doesn’t
it? If your house is populated by ghosts, who you going to call? Why
Ghostbusters, of course! Same thing if you need to get next to a
celebrity, you enlist the services of a celebrity-getter-next-toer,
this Magnet guy, a professional celebrity sider-upper.
This guy has his own Celebrity Magnet blog, parlayed the blog into a
column in International Watch Magazine, a monthly publication about
wristwatches, which, by the way allows The Magnet, as if he needed it,
even MORE access to celebrities. Even more access because, more
than anything on earth, celebrities love to talk about wristwatches.
Do you doubt me? Tom Murro stands outside a Broadway Theater
where Daniel Craig stars in A Steady Rain and then meets Daniel Craig
(don’t ask me if it happened to be raining when Murro was waiting
outside the theater) and immediately they start gabbing about
wristwatches. Murro, the Magnet, was a former banker who knows
his watches and hear this, Craig holds up his arm and offers Murro his
Mr. Celebrity Magnet refuses to accept, of course, because if he took
everyone’s watch who falls into his magnetic spell well… it would be
like abusing his super powers. It would be like if Clark Kent
entered a skydiving contest or someone bet their house against Peter
Parker in rock climbing; like getting duped into playing a game
of hide-and-seek with the Invisible Man.
Being a “celebrity magnet” has responsibilities.
Yes, your gravitational pull draws in stars like elf bell shoes to the
North Pole. You can’t interview or hob-nob with every celebrity
sucked into your vortex, therefore you must have a strategy. Tom
Murro culls and picks. When he bumps into or places himself in a spot
near an unsuspecting superstar, he sets the stage for the “chance”
meet-up. Anyway, the question remains, can he make it through secret
service and deliver Yogi’s gift to Obama?
You might be asking how did Tom Murro become the
Magnet? What cosmic alignment spawned this creature? What Kismetic
event bestowed celebrity drawing super powers onto this mild mannered
banker? It all started one year ago this week when Murro and his
daughter were on the same Martha’s Vinyard golf course when Obama was
on vacation. Murro decided to approach the president to see if
his daughter could get a picture with him. To Murro’s luck, Spike Lee
was in the president’s foursome, knew and vouched for Tom so he was let
through. Kismet. Shockingly long odds
Yogi’s picture, the one from the 1955 World Series
showing Yogi at home plate preparing to tag out Jackie Robinson, has
the inscription “Dear Mr. President, he was out” signed by Yogi Berra.
Yogi, 85, has been recovering in a hospital and unable to walk since
taking a fall in July. He was not able to attend Hall of Fame
ceremonies this year at Cooperstown, an event he never misses.
Will the picture make it into the president’s
hands? Can the Magnet pull off another miracle? We’re writing
this prior to an answer. Tom Murro assured us he would give it an
all-out try. Can he do it? We think “Yes, he can!”