No, that’s not some version of Sam I am.
I was at a football practice yesterday and randomly bumped into the real Blogfather, or the Grandblogfather, of this blog: The great Sam Weinman and his boy Charlie.
He told me of some great news. That Pat’s Hubba Hubba is still open, though the sign only says Hubba or something. I had been told that it was closing.
Anyway, it was great to see him and Charlie, with whom I have a connection. When Charlie was born, Sam had to back out of covering the U.S. Open at Pinehurst. So I got the assignment in his place. And I love the Open (have covered two at Winged Foot, one at Medinah, two at Shinnecock, one at Bethpage and one at Baltusrol, plus Pinehurst). I was kidding Charlie that I was going to call him “Pinehurst No. 2” or Michael Campbell (who won at Pinehurst). He crinkled his nose and said he didn’t like either, and suggested I call him Charlie. So Charlie it is.
Fifty days until Opening Night. Anybody got any 50s besides 50 Cent?