I ALMOST replied to all you women yesterday, but you're all doing such fine job of sissify-ing each other that I can only sit back and laugh.
Since this seems to be about me, here's a little story for any/all of other golfers....
There is always ONE shot or one hole that makes you want to keep playing. As bad as I played last week in the par-3 league, Saturday we played a local par-72 course. First one this season, so I was anxious to try out my driver and long irons. Driver and long irons were working pretty good all day. We come to the final par 3 and it's 200 yards, so I'm thinking I'll hit my 5-wood and try to get it to roll up. We're playing from the middle tees. I SKY it. It must have gone 50 yards, straight up. It lands right smack in the middle of the forward tees. Didn't even make the ladies tee. Everyone's laughing. So I hit an 8-iron and reach the green, 50 feet left of the flag. In the meantime, it takes everone else at least 2 to reach the green, too. All three of them 2-putt for bogey.
Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A former greenskeeper, now, about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac... It's in the hole! It's in the hole! It's in the hole!
I drained the 50-footer for par.
I can't make THIS stuff up.
Then we did the MANLY thing: went back to my house, drank some beer, threw big, thick 16 oz New York Strips on the grill, had baked potatoes, corn on the cob, baked beans, and cheese cake for dessert.
So, it did rain all day Sunday, but I out of pity drove my wife down to Southern MD to see her sister in some sissy recital. HEY! I like my wife, you wanna do something about it?
I'm sorry, did I miss which day is, you know, Progress Report Day here on the Mickey Theater Club (where, apparently if Annette Funicello walked by and had a MAJOR wardrobe malfunciton you guys would just want to know which ladies department to go to, to buy the same cute outfit)?