Whoa Nellie!

still here

I feel just terrible, but that's the way it is. No golf, only a few meager range sessions and here I am professing to be writing a blog about golf. I've made some plans to visit the nine holer Pheasant Hollow next week with a co-worker.

The range sessions have also been clouded a bit by the participation of youngsters, which means constant vigilance to make sure no one gets clocked in the head on my watch. Never condusive to the breathing, postive karma experience I'm always looking for. I've settled on a new book subject and that is....

"At Home on the Range" a full book dedicated to the musings of someone who can no longer play the game due to time restrictions but wants to range it and needs an outlet.

So there we have it. I don't miss the course that much and am still seriously considering moving my whole thing to disc golf but that's fo another post. I'm here. Love ya lots.

The soccer practice tonight was awesome! Very fun!

JB and Huggy Bear

My college chum and the inimitable Antonio Fargas (aka Huggy Bear) of Starsky and Hutch fame. Still smoove, with the glasses duet, if you look at Antonio's imdb page, he's been working pretty steadily for the past few decades. A turn as Elijah Muhammed in a made for TV Ali bio pic, and a role in The Howling VI: The Freaks.

Soccer Practice #2

What would be the words to describe soccer practice #2? Disorganized? Rambling? Chaotic? I know I had fully lost the team when they would not desist in putting the soccer cones on their heads.

Granted, it was funny. And the most fun they seemed to have during the entire practice was playing tag, chasing me around the field until I was brought down like a wounded antelope.

We play team 10 this Saturday. Saturday is picture day. It is supposed to rain and be 50 degrees on Saturday. God help me....

After the 411

Oh dear! Am I one of those millions who start a blog with good intentions and plenty of ideas only to find himself living a shallow, meaningless existence that can't even support the self centered needs of an online journal.

Why, yes....Navel pondering can be a raaather benign exercise. Doing it with the hopes of attracting an audience is, um, humbling.

But anyways. Back from Aruba, blah, blah; wonderful weather, golf scramble, bizarre RTJ course with sick wind. Drove the ball well and some approach shots were nad tingling. Beach stories; love that Balashi beer; guilt of leaving family behind. You get the picture. Many sincere thanks to brother Mark for inviting me to be his chaperone.

We'll talk more about the other spring activities but I wanted to put something out there after my long absence from cyberspace. Yes, I still want to call it cyberspace, so fuck you.

That Arubian experience was the only golf I've played thus far. Ranged it a couple time with mixed results. I think I just need some instructions on that new driver.  I'm anxious to get out but t he weekends have been busy and Owen's soccer season has begun. More on my nascent coaching experiences later.