I walked the Maple Street Loop this morning in 31:48, then played Fort Roots* with Tim "Hey Perkins, What're You Doing? Jacking Your Fucking Dick" Davidson in 46, with 2 pars, 4 bogies, and 3 doubles. I used 16 putts. It was the first time I'd played with Davidson since circa 1988.
I jogged and walked at least three miles late this afternoon in 48:20 at the Hash run set by Crack Pipe in Conway. We had a nearly perfect post-run. No kidding, my abdominal muscles hurt from laughing.
*Last month's tornado blew over I'm-not-sure-how-many trees on the course, maybe twenty or thirty. The No. 5 fairway has chopped-upped logs all over it. Do you remember the short par-3, No. 6? The tree that kind of blocked the right side of the green is gone, making that hundred-yard hole a fucking snap.
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