“An Absolute Flex!!!” - Rich on Rory McIlroy Wearing His Masters Green Jacket at Wimbledon

Rich has said it before and he will say it again. If he ever won the Masters, that green jacket would never see the inside of a closet. "I would wear the jacket everywhere," he told the room. Grocery shopping. The movies. On this show. He would sleep in it, at least for a night. So when Rory McIlroy turned up at Wimbledon wearing his Masters green jacket, Rich did not just approve. He saluted.

"An absolute flex," Rich called it, and he meant it as the highest compliment. Wimbledon is a place where everyone dresses to the nines, where even royalty in the royal box brings its best. And McIlroy walked in with the one item none of them could match. "You don't have one of these? I do," Rich said, imagining the golfer's mindset. "That's the way you go to Wimbledon, Rory McIlroy. I salute you, sir."

Part of the joy, for Rich, was picturing the reaction of the other famous faces who normally own the room. He floated the idea of one well-dressed regular sitting in center court, typically the best-dressed man in the building no matter who else shows up. Not today. "He doesn't have one of those, man."

The details only made it better. McIlroy matched a tie to the jacket, prompting Rich to marvel at the level of planning involved. "He had to have been planning this caper like the Lufthansa Heist forever." Khakis or no khakis, Rich waved off any nitpicking. "Who the hell cares?"

The bit spiraled, happily, into a broader meditation on the trophies worth showing off. Rich compared the green jacket to a Pro Football Hall of Fame gold jacket, the kind you wear everywhere rather than tuck away. He confessed that if he ever won an Emmy, he would wear it around his neck like Flavor Flav wears a clock. The table riffed on the theme, imagining spotting one cast member wearing a gold jacket at the grocery store.

Underneath the laughs was a real point about living the dream when you have earned it. McIlroy finally has his Masters, and he decided the proper place to enjoy the spoils was in the stands at Wimbledon, dressed to kill, knowing exactly what he had on. "You're walking around and you're like, I know what I'm wearing," Rich said. There was, he decided, no other take to have. "What an absolute flex."