Brought the Blue Goliath along for golf with the boys. Hit a bucket beforehand and every single drive went straight and far. Almost every single drive. I was so ready.
Already given it away, haven't I? Long story short: have renamed BG as Mr. Magoo.
Did win twoputt pots (front side and overall) and got paid by all for a birdie 2 that was the closest to a hole-in-one I've ever had. That whining sniveler Larry talked me into giving him one stroke too many so I lost my bet with him.
Got home shortly after Clan Schwoopie had already dampened my doorstep. In the pool was much hilarity and repeatedly one particularly piercing high-pitched scream which lacked much as a smidgeon of anything but pure joy. Was given a marvelous mouse pad with the grandkids' beaming countenances. Pretty damn fine day all around. Lucky, lucky guy.
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