There were a number of great moments in the ‘celebration of mediocrity’ as my buddy, Mike, dubbed my plans for my 60th. It’s funny, but I had a stray thought as I stood at the first tee: “Can I hit a golf ball at 60 years old?” I hit a good tee shot, and we were off. It was a little cold early one, but I was in short-sleeves and shorts by the third hole - wasn’t a cloud in the sky and I mostly stayed in the middle of the course. We made a pact at a par 3 that if we are ever in the presence of any of the others - and made a hole in one - we would forever call that golfer, ‘Ace.’ Love those guys - don’t want to ever call any of them ‘Ace’ forever. At home, we had lobster, steak, scallops and stuffed peppers. Kathy baked a cake Plates were cleaned! At night, the Yankees came on. “They won’t lose on my birthday,” I announced, as I thought about Reggie hitting 3 bombs when I was 13. Stanton hit a 💣 to put the Yankees up 6-2 and I exhaled, but it’s the playoffs and Cleveland is good. T...