It felt like a British Open. Ed Pennington and I played War Memorial Golf Course late this morning and early afternoon through cool mist and wind. Ed scored an 86. I scored 92, with nines of 45 and 47. I had 3 pars, 6 bogies, 5 doubles, 4 triples, and used 33 putts. I pitched poorly today, pulled two long shots, and had two shanks. On the bright side, I hit five drives and they traveled between 210 and 240 yards, something missing from my game for several years until recently.
In late July, on No. 7 at War Memorial, something clicked that returned reasonable distance to my shots. I think it was on July 24. I took a big ol' easy fluid practice swing and thought I had found it. I then hit a 200-yard three-wood that caused Ed, John, and Tim to say holy fuck or the equivalent. John said it was the farthest he had seen me hit a shot. I have hit full shots with my driver and fairway woods similar to that since, each after having gone the previous five years hitting 180-yard drives and 150-yard three-woods at best. For the last three and a half months, I finally have the distance to hit every green in regulation on any reasonable course.
I have one DFL player going tonight, Green Bay wide receiver Devante Adams. We trail Big Ballers, 93.54-75.82. I will need a big game to win. Adams needs somewhere in the neighborhood of six catches for 100 yards and one touchdown. That would give me eighteen points. I need 17.72. He gives games like that about twice a season, so I have right at a 12.5 percent chance to win, which is enough to make me watch, particularly since the Packers are going all the way around in this one.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Since the hero of the Texas church massacre used the same kind of gun as the villain, who wins? (and go ahead and fuck the dead people. These conservatives and liberals don't care about them or, as always, anything other than whatever result supports their ideologies) From my perspective here in Levy, the NRA's gotta be doing backflips, don't you think?
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