I walked the Sweetheart Loop this morning in 43:30.
I played First Tee this afternoon with Randall Hunhoff, from the middle tees, in 54, with 1 par, 2 bogies, 3 doubles, 2 triples, and 1 quadruple. I used 21 putts.
And, oh, by the way, the DFL's Green Bay Packers defeated Shanny'nMcNabb (don't ask me), 101.58-65.55 to move to 7-3 and into third place in our sixteen-team league. It was a comfortable, easy victory, though my team underperformed. The team we beat sucks dicks. We have three weeks left in the regular season. Jeff Krupsaw's team is loaded and will be hard to beat, though lots can happen, including a large sum of money being wired to Erin Vratil in an attempt to motivate her to fly to Philadelphia and arrange to have Michael Vick placed in a Motel Six bathroom with two and a half dozen rabid and hungry pit bulldogs.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
Karen did this to him sometimes, but each time it felt like the first, without precedent; he felt something packed away in his core that was almost but not quite painful, a restriction in his chest, and it was literally hard to breathe, all in an instant, and Ingram remembered the feeling, with Karen and with Cam Luru and his ex-wife and with a girl from the second grade whose name he’d forgotten three decades ago.
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