"People who need people are the luckiest people in the world."
-lyrics by Bob Merrill, composer Jule Styne
Since I'm planning on my next blog entry to be highly technical (with the golf, and the clubs, and the posture...oy!), I've decided to make this week's entry a purely anecdotal, feel good story that with have you leaping to your feet and crying with joy.
Now that the bar has been set outrageously high, prepare to be disappointed.
So about a couple of months ago, I went out to Van Cortlandt to tame that mighty beast as per usual. (And as per usual, the mighty beast won.) As you all know, I typically fly solo on these missions and this particular day was no different. And as usual, I was paired with some random strangers.
But on this particular day, I was paired with someone who I actually got along with. (Crazy right?)
I shall call him Mr. T (no relation). It turned out that Mr. T and I had a lot in common. We were both about the same age, we were both married, we were both new, first-time fathers of infant sons, and on and on. At the end of the round, in a totally non-gay way, we exchanged contact information.
About three days later, I'm walking home from my local laundromat when 'lo and behold I see Mr. T (no relation). It turns out that not only does he live in my neighborhood...wait for it...we live on the SAME BLOCK. (Cue Twilight Zone theme music.)
And to make matters super-awesome, he has a car. And to make matters even super-awsomer, he works nights so he's free to play any time on any day. (Score!)
As a black man, I am extremely hesitant to use this term, and it's still too early to tell, but this might be an actual Bro-mance.
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