So these guys arrived this week:
Living next to a golf course all but required I be reunited with my golf clubs. And aside from the monster hills that we live on (and near), there are some fantastic cycling adventures to be had in San Francisco.
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What an Extra Day Off Means
Run, and Hide.
Aren’t they adorable?
If this doesn’t say “day off”, I don’t know what does.
Beach Day 2 – The Rookery
Depending on when you are reading this, I will either be on the course or enjoying a post round of golf cheeseburger with my Dad. There are a decent number of golf courses in close proximity to Rehoboth Beach, which bodes well for me and my golf game (when it decides to show up). Of these golf courses, I am particularly fond of The Rookery. My Dad and I have been playing this course since it opened almost 10 years ago. I’ve played this course so many times, I can picture almost every hole in my sleep. For your reading pleasure, I’m going to present a hole-by-hole breakdown of this beautiful course. Continue reading
3rd Round Coverage
So how was your 4th? I spent the day-side of my 4th hanging out with my Dad and around 70 professional golfers at the Congressional Country Club in Bethesda, MD. The third round of this tournament, hosted by Tiger Woods was this Saturday. I had grand plans of tweeting from the tournament which as you will read were immediately squashed, but that didn’t stop me from keeping some rather detailed and somewhat humorous notes of my day. So keep your head down, make a steady backswing and focus on the release of the golf club as I take you through my day. Continue reading
Three Day Weekend Approaching
With the 3 day weekend fast approaching, it feels like my mind is already taking a vacation. And in a continuing effort to NOT finish editing my more killjoy posts I have in the works, I have some (more) quick hits for you before we all attempt to blow off our fingers and light up those stupid snake things on our driveways. Continue reading
Tee It Up
Before Spring started up I received an email from Avalanche HQ (actual job, not to be confused with the Shinra Corporation) talking about the company golf league. Last year I was on the road for what felt like my entire first year of work, including most of golf season. Needless to say, I didn’t get a chance to participate. Now that I’ve been relocated to Shinra, I had the opportunity to sign up and participate. With the recent acquisition of a new driver, 3 wood, Hokie Bird Head Cover, and American Diabetes Association golf towel; I am ready to take my game to the next level. I’ve set a goal of being able to consistently break 90 by the end of the year. If I get a chance to play (at least) every Wednesday with other Shinra operatives, I think I have what it takes to meet that goal. Continue reading
He Got Game
So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I’m a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald… striking. So, I’m on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one – big hitter, the Lama – long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga… gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he’s gonna stiff me. And I say, “Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know.” And he says, “Oh, uh, there won’t be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.” So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice. Continue reading
A Consequence of Hypoglycemia. 