After his friend told a Las Vegas sushi bar hostess that he was Michael Jordan, Doc Rivers was mistaken for the GOAT. (Orlando Sentinel)

Back in Vegas, the boys stopped at Nobu in the Hard Rock Hotel one night. Great sushi. Only the gang didn’t have a reservation. More than a two-hour wait, they were told. Doc figured it was time to move on and grab dinner elsewhere, but his buddy started chatting up the hostess.

All of a sudden, the gang was seated in the middle of the restaurant and being treated to free appetizers.

“I still got juice for an old-timer,” Doc thought to himself.

Then the waitress came over.

“It is an honor to have you here Mr. Jordan,” she said. “You are very good basketball player!”

I just took my 92-year old grandfather to the eye doctor. He’s legally blind in one eye and losing vision in the other. He took an eye test today and thought any letter with a single rounded portion was a zero. They showed him a B. “Zero,” my grandfather said. They showed him a C. Same thing. The showed him a D. “Why do you keep showing me zeroes?” he wondered aloud. He thought almost every letter the nurse showed him was a zero.

And even my grandfather can tell the difference between Michael Jordan and Doc Rivers. I’m not going to lie, the hostess and waitress at this sushi bar need to step up their games.

(h/t Red’s Army)