Golf

Oh, I'm gonna miss this. Woke up early today and played a round of golf with my oldest friend, Walter. We started on the back nine, and I did really rather shitty. 55, gross. When we came in from the back nine, we decided to play 9 holes of match play. I shot lights out. 42. Best 9 holes of my life, basically. Walt, who plays club golf for UVA, shot 41 and, for the match, beat my by 1 hole. Bastard. It was a beautiful day, regardless. Very warm, but with a nice cooling breeze. We got out relatively early, and played an unorthodox route through the course, so there was relatively little traffic or waiting. Golf was followed by the 19th hole, a beer, a jd, a grilled cheese and fries, and a rerun of last night's Red Sox game. Hard to beat. God I will miss this place.