Tony Kornheiser (51:52)
I don't know if Tony remembers this with his limited capacity, but I told Tony about Chris Goddard up last year before Tony or anybody else heard about him. I walked with him at the Cognizant here at PGA last year and he missed the cut by one. He was staying across the street at Mirasol at my best friend Richard Katz's house. Since then he has skyrocketed on the pga, bought a house in Palm Beach Gardens and plays out of the Bears Club. Some story. DG boss doesn't lie. He's leading today, right? He's already won this year. But I'm saying that he's he's in waste management. He's. He's ahead of the field. Chris Lindsey, Takoma Park Chris Lindsley, loved your stories about meeting Gretzky, LT Smoltz and Jordan at Grove 23. Only one thing would have made it those days better would have been to run into a fivesome of wander suarer Dominic Smith, the Beltway Midoran, Michael A. Taylor and Lee Smith in the grill room. Would have loved to hear that. Another week or so before pitchers and catchers from Bob Brown, longtime listener since the ESPN radio days first time emailer. You've been my walking elliptical buddy for years. So on early Tuesday in the morning, what's a resistance? I'm busting tail on the elliptical. You regale us with your trip to Palm Beach Gardens, a place I got to know very well in my college days. You list off the courses you played, the publics you visited. Then you mentioned your foursome at Grove 23, which includes Greg Feniger. Hey, I know that guy. In the early 1980s, for each spring break, I would pile in a car with three to four college buddies at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio, drive down I75 through the night and arrive at my cousin John's apartment in PBG about 10am Saturday morning, ready to hit the beach in Lauderdale. At the time, my cousin, an Ohio native, was working on the groundskeeping crew at the golf course at Lost Tree Village, another home of another noteworthy Ohio native named Jack. During those years, John shared the apartment with yet another Ohio native who worked with him at Law street, the aforementioned Greg Feniger. John and Greg were gracious hosts, putting up with our shenanigans for those weeks and laughing at our beach and bar exploits. However, I think they appreciated the fact we would always purchase enough beer to last well past after we left. Fast forward 40 plus years. Greg is retiring from the superintendent job at Grove 23. And John just retired after 32 years as a superintendent. Another nice track known as the Bears Club. Congrats to two guys who rose to the top of their profession through hard work and perseverance. That's really nice. From Bob Brown. Eric Fulton, Rockville, Maryland. So the new game is how many legendary athletes recognize you at another legendary athletes course? Gonna have to sit this one out, Zach. I think I have a better chance of actually being an astronaut. Gary Van Giesen just had to congratulate you. You finally out. Name out. Name dropped. Wilbond, which is no easy task. A very good day indeed. It was years in the making. Jamote Davis. I was on a text chain with Robbie Gould Gold and I told him I would not watch the skating. It's a robot thing, obviously. Mike Chapitt, Aiken, S.C. inquiring littles need to know. We're able to grab a condo in Del Boca Vista. There's still nothing available. Chris g. In Monroe, N.Y. upstate. Just so I get this correct, you had Gretzky introducing you to his son. Ran into John Smoltz. You made LT laugh and got to bust Wilbones chops with mj. But the highlight of your highlight of your your trip was a public sub. Come on here, man. Don't forget the soup and the chicken noodle soup. It was really good soup. Please tell Bruno G. To eat it. From Adam Haynes. What? No update on nutmeg prices at the Publix Brett Hobbs Linton, Indiana Yellowstone turned down my application for summer employment this year. I was wondering if your summer intern position is filled yet. What I can bring to the table is a knowledge of Midwest boundaries. Thanks to living in Indiana, I own my own gardening tools. I've hunted and killed nine mice in my life. You don't have to worry about paying me as I retired from Federal Service, so you are in reality paying me anyway. Also, if hired, I can find a way of letting go of a couple of bottles of my 1976 vintage Boone's Farm wine for me. Lai Davis in Lakewood, Colorado on Monday show you open with a riveting CVS story and mention their extra bucks program and their famed receipt length. I thought, hey, I know that extra bucks program and receipt length. My mother in law was a marketing executive at CVS and was part of the team that developed both on Volunteer to come on the show to discuss both at length, pun intended. Does that count as a David Aldrich moment? If the role is not already taken? Can I be the show's official son in law of a former CBS marketing executive from Kelly Pierce in Alexandria, Louisiana? Chuck and Roxy 408 on Monday's podcast you said you cannot control your phobias. You cannot control your fears. Well, actually you can. In fact, you can conquer these phobias and fears even without Xanax. This can be done in a relative short period of time with some active work with a trained therapist. Michael and Nigel were right. Just start flying more and regularly. I've been practicing psychology for 30 plus years. Maybe we can work something out like bartering with Bethesda bagels. But seriously, the cognitive behavioral therapy that helps overcome phobia may also help with your golf game. On another note, last week Last week my wife and I were visiting my daughter in Savannah, Georgia where it snowed. We also went to Leopold's Ice Cream and thought about you, Michael and Nigel. Incredibly yummy. If you're golfing in Hilton Head, I highly recommend it. Also I have some can have some sent to your home if you like. Just mail me an address. My favorite airport goes on the special pile. Don't offer that if you don't need it. From David Epstein in New York I loved hearing about your hall of Fame day. About a decade ago I had one of my own. I'll be at a different hall. A few days before Christmas, three friends and I went to lunch at Marea M a r E a, a high end restaurant on Central Park South Manhattan. We were seated in the back alcove next to one other large empty table, the only empty table in the restaurant. We'd been there about 10 minutes when in walked two men, one of whom needed to be identified to me, David Geffen, and one recognizable to all, Bruce Springsteen. The two men chatted a bit and eventually Geffen walked away. We tried not to stare and thought it funny that Bruce would be alone at this large table. We also commented how nice it is in New York City someone like Bruce could dine and not be bothered by fans. It wasn't more than a minute after we made that remark that much to our chagrin, someone did indeed approach Bruce at that table and engaged with him. We were momentarily annoyed until we realized the would be acosta was stink. The two rock stars stood and chatted and we commented to each other about the cool coincidence of this encounter. About five minutes later in walk three women, a young woman we didn't recognize, Judy Styler and Patty Scalfa. By then, that's Bruce's wife and Sting's wife. Yes. By then we of course realized this was no chance encounter as David Geffen rejoined the group and this was a high powered holiday gathering. Our meals arrived a few minutes later and my friend Michael had just raised a fork full of his favorite pasta when his hand literally started shaking motion with his eyes. And I realized that standing a foot from us, Nigel called it Monday Sir Paul McCartney. Paul was literally close enough for me to touch him, but I exhibited at least that much self control. We spent the rest of our lunch doing three things, eating, trying not to stare, and preventing Michael from sending a bottle of wine to their table. I still haven't made it to the Rock and Roll hall of Fame, but I do have this going for me, which is nice. That is. That's. That's. Yes, that better than mine. That's better than mine. Joby and Kino Latham, New York. I'm writing this email in my car. My plan was to offer condolences at the loss of the Washington Post sports section in too many ways, the Post itself. But then I looked down, I saw my odometer. 25252. That's good. By the way, today is 26. 26. Yes.