Levy Trail North

I walked Levy Trail North this evening in 33:57. It's nice to have baseball and Beat the Streak back. My plan this year is to participate more, but only when I'm not swamped by newspaper writing like I was today.
Oh, there are two excuses for John's and my comparatively shitty play the other day. One is that it was windier than two motherfuckers—perhaps the windiest afternoon I have ever played through. The other, and I'm a bit embarrassed to admit this, is that we played from the red tees. I got there a bit late, and Gil likes to play from them, so it was too late for me to lead the way from the whites. John thinks that was the most significant factor, but I disagree. There is only a total yardage difference of 330 yards, or an average of 18.3 yards a hole. In my mind, that means, at most, eight strokes, or a quadruple-bogeyed extra par-4 hole. The difference was wind blowing an average of thirty miles an hour, the extra hole, and our playing more like we typically do. I still maintain that I witnessed a miracle on par with the parting of the goddamn Red Sea when John shot that 84 on March 31.