I played nine holes at First Tee this afternoon with Ed, John, and a guy we knew from War Memorial named Chris, who scored 45. Ed scored 47. I scored 48 and John 50. I used 14 putts and had 3 pars, 2 bogies, 3 doubles, and one quadruple.
This morning, I walked Levy Trail South in 32:31. I planned to walk Levy Trail North, but halfway to 47th Street, a skinhead-looking 25-year-old scrawny, filthy inbred fellow walked onto the trail in front of me from a fast-food parking lot. He had, no shit, an axe in his right hand. Even though he was walking in the same direction as I was, I thought it made sense to turn back south at 47th.
Man, my DFL Packers have never been quite this battered so early in a season. I have two key players who are idle due to injuries and a couple of others limping around, borderline useless. We lost last week to the Cajun Navy, owned by some fucking paper nerd I have never met, 133.07-89.90, to drop to 3-3 and into seventh place. My NFL Packers are doing much better. After a 23-22 Monday Night victory over the Detroit Lions, they're at 5-1.
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