Thursday night, I drove up to DC to stay at my friend's new house, who I had not seen since he and his wife moved in the summer. Unfortunately, he is from New England and a Red Sox fan. And I got to their house in the 7th inning, right before the bottom fell out of the Sox' season and the Evil Empire advanced to the World Series.
Friday, we got up bright and early to drive to suburban MD for the celebrity golf tournament hosted by Tony Kornheiser and Michael Wilbon, sportswriters for the Washington Post and stars of the ESPN-show Pardon the Interruption.
We weren't playing (since I haven't golfed in so long, my woods were actually wood), but just going to hang out and meet some celebrities and what not.
I think we may have been the only spectators the whole day. It was cold and thankfully not rainy, but everyone was amazed that we were wearing shorts. (My friend actually abandoned me for a couple hours, when he drove to the mall and bought long pants).
The insanely cool part is that Tony saw me in front of the clubhouse before everyone got started and said that since he was riding in his cart solo, I could ride along with him, rather than walking. So, I was the seat warmer, occasional caddy/golf cart driver and general riding companion for TK all day. (People continually joked that I was his security, which is actually funny, since the Governor of MD, Bob Ehrlich (sp) was playing in the thing and he DID have security with him.
So, I got to hear lots of funny stories about Tony's radio show (which I've sat in on before when it was at the ESPN Zone in DC), the TV show, the pilot being made based on his Style columns (where he'll be played by Bob Patterson himself, Jason Alexander) and what not.
Then, we had lots of free food after the round (which was good, since all I had to eat the whole day before that was a bag of chips and some hot chocolate) and meet a couple of the celebrities, like former Redskin John Riggins (who drove the beer cart) and some assorted Sportswriters.
Yeah, and the sad part is those novels and comics are written by Boba Fett fans who WANT him to be a bad mother. Apparently, Lucas disagrees. I'll take his word for it. On Storm Troopers - you've got to be kidding me.