Steph Curry said he was carded while trying to buy a round of beers for him and his wife at a California Pizza Kitchen. That’s kind of ridiculous for a man who’s 26 years old. Especially one who’s a NBA All-Star who many consider to be one of the best offensive players in the league. Especially 15 minutes from his own home. Curry told the story in a recent interview with Dime Magazine:

“It happened at California Pizza Kitchen in the Bay Area like 15 minutes from my house. Me and my wife went to dinner, and we didn’t have our daughter with us, and she was with the babysitter. So I ordered a beer, and I didn’t have my ID with me, ‘cause I left it in the car and I thought she’d recognize me. So the waitress asks, and I was like, ‘uh, is your manager here,’ and I took my chances with him knowing who I was, and … he knew. But she basically — yeah — she wouldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt, knowing that I didn’t look like I was over 21 and not knowing who I was.”

Mind you, this was just after Curry had led the Golden State Warriors to a close first-round exit at the hands of the Los Angeles Clippers. A seven-game series which was on TV. A lot.

This kind of thing isn’t limited to just bars either, Curry once told ESPN Radio that he sometimes gets carded for R-Rated movies:

“I guess the most embarrassing moment is probably just at the movies, trying to get into a rated R movie — that’s the worst. … I told you I’ve got a 15-month-old, so we haven’t been to the movies in awhile, but that’s happened in the last six months. I can’t remember the movie. I’ve got to work on my facial hair game.”

The age of admission for those films is 17.

Usually, a man who’s going to look in their late teens until their early forties might turn to clinging to sparse patches of facial hair like pieces of driftwood. Curry has managed to grow himself a pretty decent looking goatee. In another interview with Dime Magazine, Curry said even that hasn’t saved him from having to whip out his ID:

“Even with my somewhat disconnected goatee, they still want to card me, so I don’t know how long that lasts until I get past that phase. I guess that’s a good thing going forward.”

That’s what I’ll keep telling myself too, while getting asked if I’m old enough to sit in the exit row of a plane. For which the age is 16.

(Thanks to Ball Don’t Lie for sharing.)