Wednesday, June 3, 2009

What's Going On

Finally, things are starting to get a bit less hectic. Over the last month or so I've moved out of New York and into a hotel for a while, took two 9 hour train rides, gone to Wisconsin for a week and now moved into a new apartment. That was fun. So, as a way of apologizing for all the dead air that's been going on in these parts, let's talk about my golf game. Because that will make up for everything.

While in the Land of Inferior Cheese (Yeah, that's right), I had the pleasure of playing nine holes with the father of the Official Girlfriend (All while wearing a Cabot Cheese t-shirt proclaiming it to be the world's best cheddar. As he said, there's no dress code at the course, but that was still pushing it a bit). And despite the fact that I have not golfed in three years or so and was not technically good at the game the last time I played, I actually stepped into the tee box and found that I could still at the least hit the ball, which was a bit of a relief since the first hole is always right next to the clubhouse, and I didn't want the guys sitting around drinking to start calling strikes. Fortunately, after a few practice swings I stepped up and absolutely clubbed it. Early on I'd estimate that my average drive went about 250 yards, which is better raw distance than Phil Mickelson has. Unfortunately, only 150 yards of that goes straight, and the other 100 is dead right. This was not a problem early on, as there were other fairways to the right of the holes, making it easy to find my ball, and there were few casualties. But once we got to the ninth hole and there were houses of that side of the fairway, I became a bit nervous. Fortunately, I have a wonderful conditioning program consisting of spending a lot of time on the internet, which is why I seemed to be tiring by this point. So rather than breaking windows, I hit grounders through the rough for the majority of the hole, and in the end the round of golf itself was more expensive than my property damage, primarily because they don't charge for divots.

You may have noticed that short irons and putting have not been mentioned here. That is intentional. I did beat the par for 18 holes, at least.

6 comments:

Cindi Lynn said...

So you are alive. Good to know.

Cindi Lynn said...
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UncleRick said...

Mike, we must play golf together and soon.

sox19_wheels said...

i want in on this round of golf

your mom said...

Google is definitely reading your blog! All the ads next to this post are about golf :)

HOLLA(R) said...

I am alive! Hooray for that! And golf sounds like fun. I'm currently jobless, so I have lots of free time. Though no clubs. Or ability, really.