So my up-the-block neighbors came strolling along a few minutes ago as I was walking the dog. Chuck, a great guy, started telling me how he played golf the other day with two people he’d never met.

“One was a golf writer,” he said. “The other was the sports editor for the New York Post.”

I was pretty certain where this conversation was headed. Thought I was pretty certain.

“I asked them if they’d heard of Jeff Jacobs,” he said. “But they didn’t know who you were.”

4 thoughts on “Ego”

  1. humble business. first time I ever wrote a column for the New Haven Journal Courier, with my picture above it, I was in heaven. next morning, walking the dog, there’s my picture, blowing crumpled down the sidewalk.

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