It was under 90 during all of the Broadmoor-Levy Cup this morning. I played in a parka, and won the Cup back with a 48 to Krupsaw's 50. I had 1 par, 5 bogeys, 2 doubles, and 1 triple, and used 18 putts. Two three-woods put me within 50 yards on No. 8. I bladed a sand-wedge into the woods, chipped out, chipped over, chipped back, and two putted for a triple bogey. By then I was so cold I couldn't feel my hands. It was probably 85. Now I will bundle up in an electric blanket and watch the Reds beat the holy living cow fuck out the Cubs.
It rained in Levy through the last several innings of the Reds' 3-0 victory. The temperature dropped further, and it was at 79 when I stepped in from walking the Orange Street Loop in 46:19.
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