Marion Street Loop/First Tee

I have a new three-mile route, called the Marion Street Loop, which I walked this morning in 47:29.

I just got back from hitting range balls for the first time since I'm not sure, except that I know it was before last October 12. I was killing them. Maybe my reward for living through four months of hell was the secret to golf. Let's see If I can remember it thirty-eight minutes from now, when I tee off with Randall Hunhoff at First Tee.

My legs are killing me, mainly because my pull-cart is in the trunk of my mother's car in Nashville. I carried clubs today for the first time since something like 1986. When I arrived at First Tee, I couldn't figure out why so many people were there at a quarter to noon. Heck, the course doesn't open until noon. I think someone mentioned to me something about the switch to daylight savings time on Wednesday or Thursday, but I hadn't thought about it until some old guy at the first tee box of the big course said, "You forgot to set you clocks ahead, didn't you?"

I figured Randall was half way around the course, so I played the short nine in 30, three-over, and felt good, hit the ball great. And then I saw Randall sitting at the first tee box. He was waiting on a couple of regulars, Jeff and Bill; he said they couldn't start until one. Great. I scored a 46, with two pars, five bogies, one double, and one triple. I haven't hit the ball as well or with as much confidence since late September, 2008. I used fifteen putts. We need to play soon, before I qualify for the Champions Tour and forget your names. "You look familiar to me. Were you guys at Augusta last year?"

Now I think I'll go drink beer with the Hash.