Levy Loop

I drove to First Tee this morning, got a bucket of balls from petepretty Natasha Vincent, felt funny and didn't hit a shot worth shit, walked to the No. 1 tee box on the Par-3 course, hit one ball flat and 45 degrees right, another high and 45 degrees left into the first fairway of the big course, spent an hour chipping and putting, drove home and called Petey King.

This evening I walked the Levy Loop. The battery in my $15 watch died, so I don't know how close I came to my 30-minute prediction.