19th hole
Friday, March 31st, 2006
Hi everybody. My blog went out of control and was hijacked by hackers. Golf hackers, that is. But that’s all right. I used to love golf.
Except when I played with the guy who took a Mulligan on every hole and tee-ed up his shots on the fairway and foot wedged his ball out of the trap. Gimme’s at 3 feet… Eraser in hand, as someone wrote.
Then he had the nerve to tell you he beat you by two strokes and I had to buy the brews. I mean the Dr. Pepper.
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Today was my birthday, thank you very much. As a present, drop by on Sunday and read the only “story” I’ve written in years. I hope you’ll like it, even if it’s not about golf.
You are loved,
Brady
