Golf ....

Well, not surprisingly, working at the golf tournament got me in the mood to, in parlance, go out and swing the wrenches. I went home on Monday to help my dad celebrate the end of another school year, and I also hit a new course in that area. Not having played in a few years actually didn't hurt my game as much as I though it would. My drives, for the most part, sucked, but then again, that was always the weakest part of my game. My iron play, on the other hand, was fairly strong ... it's nice to know that I haven't lost the 12 years of muscle memory from my past years when I had more time for "a long walk, spoiled" as Twain put it.