Not Quite Good Enough to Finish Lance Armstrong Style.

Today was a good day. I slept in, had a long lunch with the cute librarian and then played golf all afternoon. The golf was rather amusing. I had not actually swung a club in many many months so I didn't have high hopes for the afternoons outing. Due to this fact, we decided that the winner of each hole would be the one who played less sucky. The least sucky player after 9 holes would then be declared the winner. I have to say, playing golf this way is a lot less frustrating.

After the first 6 wholes I had played less sucky on 3 and my friend had played less sucky on the other 3. Going into the 7th hole, it was a close race. This was (you had to see something like this coming) before his golf ball went all Wizard of Oz on him. Off of the tee, his ball landed square on the golf path and followed it a good 30 yards. After the drop and his second shot, his ball proceeded to bounce off of a tree, land on the golf path and then follow it yet another 30, 40 yards. Now, this by itself is pretty damn funny but it didn't stop here. The next shot again seemed afraid of leaving the path. I could almost hear the munchkins chanting in the background, "Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road. Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road." Meanwhile, across in the woods I was getting nervous. I fully expected the winged monkeys to come and take me away. And, although I do like the ladies, that cackling witch isn't really my cup of tea.

Fortunately, no winged monkeys came and we managed to finish all 9 holes. Given the lunch date w/ the librarian, the golf outing and the complete lack of monkeys flinging poo from the sky, I have to say that today was a good day.