In order to protect the wartime succession of SoSG, we Sons tend to stay in undisclosed locations far away from one another (despite some of the Sons being relatives and friends for over three decades). But in a rare summit of SoSGers, myself and Mr. Sax spent part of the afternoon in close (but not too close) proximity.
Before the BBQ, red wine, and DeDog Delino getting mouthy with Son of Sax, we found ourselves waiting for my low-end luxury car at an anonymous high-end dealership. (If they want to give us some cash, I'll give their name).
While enjoying the dealership's cappuccino machine and putting green, we philosophized on everything from our zero percent shock that Big Papi juiced, the genius of the Mets using a 2-for-18 batter as a pinch hitter, and our deep-seeded belief that Manny would wait sixteen years to try the 'roids only one single time (poor, poor, unlucky Manny). Fortunately, our whereabouts stayed on the down low, and we are now safely tucked away in our different area codes. Until the next screening of The Room.
P.S. - Lasorda's location and identity is available upon request.