Granted, this is easier said than done, but I will try to not golf until the weather breaks. It's too hard for me to play dripping wet. I played okay, sunk some long putts (six feet for par on No. 2 and 28 feet for par on No. 3), but my clubs were slipping, nothing was dry, and, after a 7:45 a.m. start, it was getting hotter by the second. I scored a 45, with 2 pars, 6 bogeys, and 1 triple, and used 16 putts.
The Reds trailed the Braves 4-3 after seven innings. They scored three in the bottom of the third to take a 3-1 lead and then didn't do dick, so I decided to shake things up by jogging and walking the Chandler Street Loop, which I completed in 38:43. Joey Votto hit a home run in the bottom of the eighth and the score is now 4-4 in the top of the 10th with two outs and goddamned Braves on first and second. Maybe I should go run some more.
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I would love to be able to shoot two 45s in three days, even if were 112 degrees. Farenheit, by the way.
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