I walked the Levy Trail 5K at lunchtime today in 49:12, during which I devised a plan to play nine holes and make it back to Levy in time to watch Game 5 of both National League divisional series (St. Louis at Atlanta and Washington at Los Angeles).
If there were heavens, mine would include days like this, except Hazel would come over to clean my house while I golfed, and Ellen Page would drop by with a Kroger bag filled with chuck eye steaks, russet potatoes, and fresh asparagus in one hand and an eighteen-pack of Milwaukee's Best in the other (her choice; she, no fucking kidding, did not know my beer preference).
"Rock, I hope you don't mind Milwaukee's Best. I mean, I like it a lot, but I'd be happy to go back and get something else. Truly, just let me know."
I played the front nine of Rebsamen Golf Course with two mid-sixty-something friends named Paul and Harold, the latter of whom was a junior transfer to the University of Wyoming during my sophomore semester there, the fall of 1978. He became the first fellow Wyoming alum I have ever met. Those two men each scored 39 and I scored 47, with 2 pars, 5 bogies, 1 double, and 1 triple. I used 16 putts.
The Democrat Football League Green Bay Packers lost to The 546 Posse, 106.38-100.61, to drop to 3-2 and into fourth place in the fourteen-team league standings. The NFL Packers beat the Dallas Cowfucks, 34-24, and are currently 4-1.
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