Let Me Tell You About My Golf Game

Okay
It's true.
Nobody cares about your golf game or how your rotisserie baseball team is doing.
We however have lapsed deeply into a:
Let me tell you about me society.
Sorry Mitch, this doesn't only go for our latest golf score but also where we've had our latest drink and what music we're listening to lately.
By the way,
My vacation started with my 2 best rounds of the summer (82 and 84) and finished with my worst (94), surely a sign that your vacation should come to a close.
My rotiserie baseball teams by the way are 1st, 1st and 2nd.


I'm so tired about whether or not the Canadiens should have drafted more French players.
If they're of equal talent, by all means, draft the french fellow.
Otherwise, what's the bloody point ?
Please don't send email on this subject, I won't read it or respond.

I do however think that the Angelo Esposito thing now has the possibility to look worse than it might have otherwise.
If the kid can play, and it looks like he can.
He's going to win a cup or two in Pittsburgh.
As long as Sid is there, Angelo is never going to be THE man, but as we've seen with the great ones of the past, Sid will help fatten young Angelo's stats.
All Esposito has to do is be as good as let's say Rob Brown or Blair McDonald or others that Gretzky or Mario helped pump up for years.

Sorry to see former major leauger Rob Beck pass at such a young age.
Everyone it seems has a Beck story.
Here's mine.
The Cubs were finishing up a road trip in Montreal.
Fresh out of the shower, Beck was getting ready for the flight back to Chicago.
I was admiring his new attache case, which looked like it cost more than a full year's salary for me.
I was thinking how baseball players had gone over to another side of life.
So much money, carrying all those important papers in that glorious case.
Beck opened it up,
put 10 beers into the previously empty attache and declared
"Now I'm ready to go"