Smokey Robinson

I'm at a celebrity golf outing at Eaglecrest (I think that was it's name) in Bolingbrook IL, and the place is packed with great guys. Mike Ditka, Rollie Fingers, Stan Mikita, Richard Dent, Jim McMahon, Tagert from Beverly Hills Cop, and . . . Smokey Motherf'n Robinson. I write it that way because having met the guy I find I'm unable to say it any other way than Smokey Motherf'n Robinson! We walked the course catching guys as they came off or waited to tee. Everybody else had been polite, but would only sign one or two things with a scribbled name then catch up to their group or drive to the next tee. We get to Smokey and I realize, holy heck, it's Smokey Motherf'n Robinson. Decked out to the nines too; bright purple shirt, crisp white pants, purple and white golf shoes, purple and white glove, and a white kanga style hat. Stylish as hell. Well Smokey tees off last from his group and we get there just before he gets in his cart. "Excuse me, Mr. Robinson could we trouble you for a quick autograph?" Gets back out of his cart, "Hey guys, sure thing, no problem." We reply "Thanks, we know you have to catch up to your group, we really appreciate it." He waves a hand, laughs, and says "They're not going anywhere without me, they'll be fine." Takes off his glove, shakes hands with each of us and asks our names. Then proceeds to sign a personalized autograph for each of us while the rest of his foursome stand down the hole a ways and watch. Autographs done I say to him "Mr. Robinson thanks so much it's really an honor to meet you," which my friends echo. He replies "Hey guys the pleasure's all mine, have a great day fellas." Gets in his cart and catches up to his group. We stood there for a few minutes and collectively agreed he was the single coolest famous person any of us had ever met and likely ever would, Smokey Motherf'n Robinson!