This actually happened to me at work the other day:
me to guy with his back to me on cell phone: Sir, I'm sorry . . .
man on cell wheels around, turns out to be Joe Morgan, wearing an enormous grin: HAHA, oh yeah? Hi!
me, completely stunned: Yeah, no, hey, yeah we, uh, don't allow cell phone use in the clubhouse.
Joe: Oooooohhhohohhoooh, haha, I'm sorry! I do go on, don't I?
Me: [blank stare]
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Later, after his round, he ambles into the golf shop. I have a baseball game on. There is nobody else in the shop.
Joe: Ohhh let's see who we got here, oh, wow, the Red Sox. I think they're eventually going to overtake the Rays [wanders over to the cashmere sweaters, starts to rub them] for first place in the AL East, but the Yankees have too much inner turmoil right now and their pitching staff just isn't up to par [heads to the ladies section, examines the visors] with what a real playoff caliber team would need in order to compete for a place in the postseason which is why I wouldn't be surprised . . . although it's funny, cause you know . . . [Joe's friend walks in]
Joe's friend: Ho-kay there, Joe. Time to get a move on.
Joe: Alright then, well it was nice today here thank you. You have a marvelous golf course thanks for having me out then . . . [trails off as he walks out the door]
Aaaaannnnnnd scene.
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Please tell me you can somehow submit this anonymously to Fire Joe Morgan. This is even better than their JoeChat segments, because we're sure this is him, and not some random ESPN intern.
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