It was incredible. I want to offer a class-action "thank you" to everyone. I'll be writing about this in Golf Magazine. Jack Nicklaus, bless him, called and made me laugh hardest. I had to cancel plans to go to The Jake, Jack and Barbara's pro-am benefiting their efforts to fight childhood illnesses. I really wanted to be there, and Jack said, "Hey, don't worry about it. We might actually make some money now that you're not coming." I laughed so hard I almost broke another rib. Johnny Miller called to wish me well. That fat bastard [Roger] Maltbie at NBC suggested on the air they take up a collection to buy me training wheels. Like training wheels are so expensive? If he really cared, he'd have splurged and bought them himself.
Have you heard from your CBS cohort, Gary McCord?
McCord calls me twice a day. He loves other people's misfortune. But if I have to tell one more person about what happened ... I've now explained it so many times in calls and text messages that it would be less painful to go back to the scene, build some bleachers, invite all my ghoulish friends, and have the guy hit me with his trailer again. That would save me some time. [Laughs]
Sounds like laughter is not the best medicine when you have broken ribs and a punctured lung.
I almost didn't survive the Eliot Spitzer story. That nearly killed me! But people have been fabulous. I've injured my thumb sending out so many Blackberry messages. I've written over 80 thank-you notes. I've got more flowers here than a funeral home, and I've been eating about 800 boxes of Easter candy people have sent me. It's been wonderful and heartwarming.
You'll be at the Masters, we hope?
Oh yeah, I'll be ready. I'll weigh about 800 pounds, but I'll be there.
