golf. Ahh the joys of golf. Yesterday I walked a couple holes by myself. I put Radiohead on my Ipod and totally tuned into my game. I was having a "good day" and was pleased (duh!). So I continue to the tenth tee box. Mind you, this is the view from my err . . .office, resorting to many great laughs. I hit a great drive leaving me a great lie about 150 yards out. There used to be a tree directly between where I am now and the middle of the green. Thank you to the recent windy storm, that tree no longer stands which makes this hole remarkably easier. So I aim for the middle of the green and hit my 5 wood and. . . I have to yell "Fore" to the foursome of men on the 11th tee box. I totally sliced it. They all wave their arms to try to cover their heads, I didn't even see my ball land. So trying to look cool I drop another ball and hit again leaving me 10 feet short of the green about 100 feet from the hole. Golf is a bitch. And that is why I love it. Just when you think you got something going on, you will be humbled to the extreme. 
If only Jim Nanze could have been there to see it!
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