Flog.

It was an enjoyable time, whacking a defenseless ball around a hilly backyard.  The fact that the whole light grid for the course went down the instant my ball went into the hole at the end of the first round was kind of ominous, however.  It didn't stop us from taking another lap of the nine available holes under cover of darkness (arbitrary ground rule: deduct one stroke per hole as a Gloom Bonus, translating birdies into batsies, and the unlikely event of an eagle into a bald raven *grin*).

I still drive like Happy Gilmore (run up to the ball, follow through like a hockey player).  I'd feel bad about it, but 300 yards and straight is not exactly something I'm unhappy with. ;-)

But it makes me wonder. . . which is the better sports comedy - Caddyshack or Slap Shot?

Still 179.
Still not King.
Definitely not Tiger Woods.

Shameless Adoration - For Sale, Cheap!

[from delicarose, who got it elsewhere]

1. Reply to this post if you want/need me to tell you how cool you are.

2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I think you rock my socks. (note: there will be a two-day hiatus, since I'll be offline Thurs & Fri)

3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration.