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Had a phenomenal vacation in Palm Desert Resort, golfing, and spending time with my family.
We talked about swinging through Irvine for Rams Camp on the way back home to Nor Cal, but I decided to play it coy. (Good tactic with the wife. "It would be great to go, but I want to do what YOU want, honey.") it worked!
"Hey babe. I think it would be fun to go to Rams camp." She said. Having no idea that l was in control the whole time. I was going to see the Rams training camp for the first time in my over 50 years!
But first, I must share my first Ram encounter: Enjoying a dinner with my family in the club house restaurant Saturday night, before our Sunday drive to camp, my daughter points across the room, "Hey dad. Isn't that a Rams jersey."
My head whips around. Her keen teenage eyes were more perceptive. I make out an image of an under sized framed jersey...appears to be a number...15...could it be?
Without excusing myself, I make my way through the tables, mouth agape, as it becomes increasingly clear. An autographed Farragamo jersey!
How cool is that? I ask the waiter nearby. Turns out Vince lives at the resort part of the year! (Though I won't disclose the information the waiter gave me exactly where on the course, in respect of Vince's privacy)
"Nice guy" the waiter said. "Comes in all the time. Tips well." Doesn't surprise me. Vince seems all class.
We left the resort in the desert Sunday morning, and it was off to Irvine.
I will share my camp stories, pics and videos next post....
We talked about swinging through Irvine for Rams Camp on the way back home to Nor Cal, but I decided to play it coy. (Good tactic with the wife. "It would be great to go, but I want to do what YOU want, honey.") it worked!
"Hey babe. I think it would be fun to go to Rams camp." She said. Having no idea that l was in control the whole time. I was going to see the Rams training camp for the first time in my over 50 years!
But first, I must share my first Ram encounter: Enjoying a dinner with my family in the club house restaurant Saturday night, before our Sunday drive to camp, my daughter points across the room, "Hey dad. Isn't that a Rams jersey."
My head whips around. Her keen teenage eyes were more perceptive. I make out an image of an under sized framed jersey...appears to be a number...15...could it be?
Without excusing myself, I make my way through the tables, mouth agape, as it becomes increasingly clear. An autographed Farragamo jersey!
How cool is that? I ask the waiter nearby. Turns out Vince lives at the resort part of the year! (Though I won't disclose the information the waiter gave me exactly where on the course, in respect of Vince's privacy)
"Nice guy" the waiter said. "Comes in all the time. Tips well." Doesn't surprise me. Vince seems all class.
We left the resort in the desert Sunday morning, and it was off to Irvine.
I will share my camp stories, pics and videos next post....