Tomorrow, I'm taking three friends to Mrs. White's Golden Rule Cafe, across the street from the U.S. Airways Arena, and chances are we'll be the only 4 whiteys in the joint, but I don't care--it's the best soul food Fuzzy Zoeller never ate. I'll be having chicken fried steak, collared greens and sweet potatoes. Last time I was there about six years ago, the lady at the cash register reminded Charles Barkley, directly behind me with his mother, not to cut in line, and she was dead serious. All I could think was "6'6" my ass!"