I alternated 1:30 jogs with 3:30 walks to complete the Levy Trail 5K in 44:07. I went through three miles in 42:38. At 12:38 p.m., there is a mist falling in Levy and it's 74°F.
I predict the Japanese fuck will win the PGA this evening and that someone will raise hell about Kisner's tobacco habit.
I'm not sure about this, but I think the last time before this evening that I golfed after the final round of a major was in 1997, when Walt Webb, Jen Reynolds, and I played Rock Creek after Tiger Woods won his first Masters. I just got in from War Memorial Golf Course, where I played Nos. 1, 2, 7-10, 12, 13, and 18, or nine holes with a total par of 34 in 39. I had 2 birdies, 3 pars, 1 bogey, and 3 doubles. I used 14 putts. I'm pretty sure this was the first time I have ever birdied consecutive holes. I birdied the Par 5 12th with a sand wedge to four feet and the Par 3 13th with a 60° wedge chip-in from 15 feet. That gives me eight birdies for the year, which I believe is by far the most I have had in one year.
I'm on a nice run, but my game remains as fragile as ever. It's just a matter of time before I start sucking dicks again.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Does anyone else think Rickie Fowler should get married just so he'll have someone in his life to tell him to quit wearing orange pants every fucking Sunday?
OVERHEARD
"Goddamn it. Seriously."
—Ian Poulter loudly, eight seconds ago, after he mishit his approach at No. 12, just in time for the golf crowd from the Levy Church of Christ
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