So I turn 60 tomorrow. 34th season. Played or putted most every day until lately. This weather sucks tremendously. I will be out at midnite to bring it on. Anybody willing?
I thought not. Look for me, I will be the polar vortex laying down on your errant throws. Put the strings on.
Lately I play in my dreams anyway in slumberland. Always a birdie, with a few hole in ones. And the disc always floats for retrieval.
Love your life.
Love our game.
Now where the hell did I put that Champagne?