I walked the Levy Trail Loop this morning in 33:01.
About an hour after my walk, John, Ed, and I teed off on Burns Park Tournament Course. Ed scored 85, John 89, and I scored 90, with nines of 45 and 45. I used 33 putts.
As we walked off the No. 8 green, I told John and Ed about the golfer I met on the Levy Trail this morning. After our tee shots on No. 9, we met two men playing the first hole. Literally two and a half minutes after I mentioned him, one of the two was Ty, the man I'd met earlier.
I engaged with John and Ed in a Joe scenario today based on Joe's displeasure when I picked him up from my sideyard golf net and carried him back to the house not long before our round. Obviously, Joe—like Jo before him—gets a big kick out of generally getting in my way and knocking balls off tees and all over the backyard. As I turned into the front yard, he snagged the front of my synthetic golf shirt, marring it for keeps.
In the scenario, he organized a cat riot shortly after I left. By the time I returned from Burns Park, Levy was in flames. Joe had looted hundreds of can of Iams Tunatopia from Kroger and already begun to market Cat Lives Matter t-shirts on the internet.
"You're part of the problem and shit," Joe said shortly after I arrived home.
OVERHEARD
"I'm walking now, but we're golfing at ten o'clock."
—overweight man on the Levy Trail this morning. He asked if I planned to play, to which I responded: "We have an 8:36 tee-time. So trust me, there oughta be a lot of lost balls out there for you."
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