Can't let it slide for GP

The other day I was out eating dinner for my friend Christina's 23'd (Jordan!) Birthday. The restaurant we were at was pretty calm until I noticed a taller guy wearing, ironically, Jordan clothes. The guy looked at me we made brief eye contact then he sat down at the bar with this bad-ass chick. The I then looked to the people eating with the table, all Women, none big basketball fans, and said "Dude, that's Gary Payton." To which they said "Who's he?" For the next half-hour I explained his career, his meteoric rise to fame along with Shawn Kemp, his legendary defensive prowess that has defined his career until his catastrophic meltdown against Chauncey Billups and the Detroit Pistons last summer, and of course the recent trade that brought him to Boston right now. Also during this time two drooling idiots made their way to the bar with blank stares, stupid grins, and zombie-like slow steps asking for autographs. Unfortunately I would be the next to interrupt "The Glove" because he's from the same part of California as the Birthday girl and she needed a picture. So we go over there ask him if he's busy, shake his hand as well as the woman with him, Anne-marie, and take the picture. Then, our party starts to leave the restaurant as GP goes to the bathroom, so we go and make idle conversation with the woman, who was like ridiculously hot. She said she was the player personnel thingy and that they had just then got him an apartment so they were having a celebratory dinner. I was like "Dude, the trade happened in August...he couldn't get an apartment until now?" She was like yeah, and then went on and talked about something else. She also mentioned that NBA players are always hungover and then "The Mitten" came out from the bathroom. He paid for the dinner and then they went and got in his car and they went on their way.
I really thought her whole story was fake, the two were boning, and she made that up so that Gary wouldn't get in trouble with his wife. He has been known to have kids in other cities. Atheletes with women on the side usually have alibi's set up for people who might ask questions.
However, I just looked and saw that there was a person on the website for the celtics named Anne-marie, and the Boston real-estate market is crazy, and Gary didn't seem to have that "I just got some booty" pep in his step. So maybe I should let it slide.
What do you think?