Way To Go Phil!

     I have always been a Phil Mickelson fan from way back.  I love his fresh personality and his "Go for broke" attitude.  Besides, not only is he a golfer but he is a pilot as well.  By the way, did Phil fly his plane to Scotland or did they fly commercial?  I wonder. At any rate, Congratulations Phil on your Open victory.  You deserve it.
     OK, I admit watching you come up to the eighteenth hole with a two shot lead wondering if you were going to drive the ball somewhere into England out of bounds. But no, I was proud of you.  You kept the ball in play and birdied the last hole.  You went from a two shot lead to seal the deal with a three shot slam-dunk.  What a day!
     That claret jug looked good in your hands.

Its not Muirfield in Scotland, but nevertheless its very beautiful and on the ocean.

I Made It!

     The deed is done!  I made it and lived to tell the tale.  I survived the 110 degree day in the heat of the afternoon.  Will wonders never cease.  Shot a good round too.
     As a writer, you are never supposed to start a story with "The day was....".  Well, The day was overcast and the heat had not peaked as we teed off.  I was prepared for the heat.  What was unexpected was there was a bit of monsoonal moisture which flowed up from Mexico which made the day very humid.  The temperature was not what you would call comfortable. It was hot and humid, but bearable.
     I came prepared for the heat. My normal hot weather equipment includes a large spray bottle and towels so I can spray myself down with cold water.  This worked for most of the day, even though the humidity was up. I was 13 over at the turn.  Sweating like a pig and hot, but comfortable.
     The clouds disappeared and the temperature began to soar.  It got hotter, and you could feel the temperature leap.  The eighteenth hole was a welcome sight, even though I double bogeyed it to shoot a 96.

    

I'm Still Here...I'm Just Resting

     I want you to know that I am still here.  Sorry for the extended vacation, but I will be returning to regular posts probably tomorrow.  I took a couple of days off for a sort of vacation around the 4th and it turned into a longer vacation than I thought as well as a sort of strategy session for what I will be doing soon with my writing and other opportunities.  I am excited about these things and will keep you posted.

Golf In Canada--Vancouver

I'm Going In...Supplemental

     It's HOT out here.  The thermometer said 106...It's HOT!!! I'm melting.  Wait a minute, I'm not the wicked witch of the west.  This isn't Kansas though and I don't have a dog named Toto.

This Is It...I'm Goin In!

     Why do I do things that are not exactly the smartest things or healthiest things to do?  I guess it is my quest for what is different and what is truly risky.  I won't bungie jump, if that is what you are thinking.  I have some self preservation instincts.  However, I will go to great lengths to bring a story to you.  Today, it will be at least 111 outside and I am going to play golf.  I think they call it excessive heat, and there is an excessive heat warning.
     We tee off at 1:00.  Denise was supposed to play, but she has a brain, unlike me. This has to be done, if not only to warn off other idiots that have the same notion to play in such excessive heat. Denise did ask me if I have changed the beneficiary notification on my insurance policies. She also asked where the will is.  Does she know something I don't?
     The guys I am playing with today, they are policemen by the way, talked me into this.  I wanted to play in the cooler morning but they couldn't get off from work.  This was the earliest they could play today and wouldn't have a day off for a while.  It was tay at 1 or nothing.  I have been assured by one of them, supposedly my friend, that the heat of the day doesn't peak until around 4-5, so we will be OK.  So what that means is that instead of playing in 111 degrees, we will only be playing in 108.  You know, three degrees does make a difference.
    "Tis a far, far better thing I do, than I have ever done." That is out of Tale of Two Cities by Dickens I think.  What do I know, I've never read the book but I think it is in there.  What has that got to do with playing golf on a day when the temperature is 111?  I am making the supreme sacrifice for you , my readers.  I don't mind though.  Somebody has to do it.
     It's hot outside!

Avalon on Catalina Island.  Had a great time, wish I was there.  It's a lot cooler.  they have a golf course on the island.  The pro has been bugging me for years to play it.  Oh no, I have to go play in Fresno where the temperature is 111.