I walked the four-mile Pam's Path late this morning in 1:03:44. My legs feel great. I have weighed under 190 for the last three days, so I'm there for the first time since December, 2014. That helps, I guess.
This will sound like bullshit, but I walked in the door no more than a minute before kickoff of the first football game since early February. The Arizona Cardinals are hosting the Dallas Cowfucks in an absolutely meaningless preseason game that I have longed for since right around my goddamned birthday. I hurried through ten holes at War Memorial Golf Course to make it. I played with a very nice gray-haired fifty-something-year-old man named James Barr. I scored a 47 for the first ten holes, with nine in 42. I had 1 par, 8 bogies, and 2 doubles and used 21 putts. I averaged 230 on four drives and 210 on three 3-woods, which is killing it for me. My putting kind of sucked.
QUESTION OF THE DAY*
Has there ever been a more admirable television character than Matt Dillon, and if so, who was he or she? If not, was any other even comparable?
*meant to be taken literally
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