My Kind O' Birthday!

Today, I am 42.

Whoooo.

Let's settle down, people. Not like I did anything to get here. I just sorta, well, waited around a while.

What did I get for my burf-day? Why, THIRTY-SIX holes of grueling, competitive golf! You know, the sport I THINK I am good at, but really suck!

Hooray!

I'm an idiot.

Playing in the Virginia State Amatuer qualifier at River Creek Golf Club. I'll let you know how that works out here in this space on Wednesday.

Speaking of my last post. Please ignore it. I'm sorta embarrassed. I wrote that thing as 90% therapy after a very depressing morning of slapping stripers at the range.

Still, I pursue this game because I love it beyond reason, like most golfers do. Which reminds me of a quote:

"Golf is like a love affair: If you don't take it seriously, it's not fun; if you do take it seriously, it breaks your heart." (Arnold Daly)

Save me some cake. I should be home just before dark.