An old-school tribute to Mr. Old School himself, Hawk Harrelson

We planned to play a full round that day at Bolingbrook Golf Club but caught the break of a lifetime — thunderstorms.

Want to know the only thing better than teeing it up with Hawk Harrelson? Getting rained out. We retreated to the clubhouse to sit back, relax and strap it down, as he’d say. To hear from a guy who can tell make-you-laugh stories in his sleep.

Hawk is old-school. He might have invented the term when Will Ferrell was still in diapers. Binaca spray for fresh breath, aftershave or cologne or perhaps both (I should have asked) to give off the scent of a gentleman of a certain era — in this case, a World War II baby.

Hawk’s commanding presence in the booth is even stronger in…