Lord Stanley's Long Lost Son
Well, folks, here is my golfing buddy, Dick, with the Stanley Cup. Yup. That Stanley Cup. The one you never touch until you have won it.
Wondering how it is that Dick happens to be standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat, touching the Stanley Cup? Well, if I told you his story, you wouldn't believe it either. But that is the real Stanley Cup and the real Prince of Wales Cup and the real Conn Smythe trophy that the Carolina Hurricanes won this year.
Now, you understand, this is the same Dick who postponed open heart surgery for a week because he had tickets for us to attend the PGA Championship when it was played at Atlanta Athletic Club several years back. Turns out that he only had about 10% of normal circulation at the time and there we are dragging him around the golf course by day and the hills of downtown Atlanta by night. It's a wonder we didn't kill him.
Dick is a hoot. Despite being a world-class snorer (which he denies) and feeding Sam grapes (which he cannot), he's really great fun to be around.
Wondering how it is that Dick happens to be standing there grinning like a Cheshire cat, touching the Stanley Cup? Well, if I told you his story, you wouldn't believe it either. But that is the real Stanley Cup and the real Prince of Wales Cup and the real Conn Smythe trophy that the Carolina Hurricanes won this year.
Now, you understand, this is the same Dick who postponed open heart surgery for a week because he had tickets for us to attend the PGA Championship when it was played at Atlanta Athletic Club several years back. Turns out that he only had about 10% of normal circulation at the time and there we are dragging him around the golf course by day and the hills of downtown Atlanta by night. It's a wonder we didn't kill him.
Dick is a hoot. Despite being a world-class snorer (which he denies) and feeding Sam grapes (which he cannot), he's really great fun to be around.
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