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.”