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?
Today is the Rangers turn on NHL.com’s 30 in 30 series. Here’s the story.