I walked the Maple Street Loop at about 8 a.m. Central in 31:19. I didn't think I was sore, until I jogged for four or five steps to keep from being run over on 47th Street.
Erin Vratil is a genius; a fucking over-under genius. She bet under on the Morning Line over-under of 5:22 on my marathon, and over on the over-under of 92.5 for my round at Rebsamen today. I had a 59 for the front, was somewhat proud of a double bogey on No. 10, but picked up on No. 11 after, I think, five strokes left me 100 yards out. I just practiced the rest of the round, playing with Rob Wistrand and John Hankins (who joined us at No. 11; he's the guy I played with in early December who I wrote reminded me of my dad and big brother). Man, I am exhausted, and hungrier than two motherfuckers.
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