Man, Golf Is Hard

Sore, red, tired. Did I mention SORE? That's how I feel today, after the Lisa Rendall Golf Classic yesterday!

We had so much fun but holy crap do I suck as a golfer.  Not that I've practiced--ever.  But part of me thinks "how hard can it be?"...uh, how about impossible?!   

I hit a couple good ones and I did get better towards the 18th hole.  That's the other problem--why have 18 holes? That's WAY too long. The game just turns boring for me after about the 10th hole.  I took a break on 13 and 14 for a little suntan time.

Thanks to my great team of Rob, his buddy Ian and Watson from Rock 102.  They put up with me all day..and trust me, that's not easy. It would be around the, oh, 4th time I'd swing and hit AIR they'd start to get only slightly annoyed.

Almost 60 grand raised so far for the C95 Radiomarathon for Breast Cancer Research--way to go, Lisa!

Nice shirt, Rob.. (free, from his wife's company)

And in case you missed it yesterday, Rob acted like a total I-Want-To-Wear-Your-Skin stalker with Mike Weir when he was in town.  First night, Rob asks if he can have a photo taken. Cool, no problem.  Second day, he asks Weir if he can PUT HIS ARM AROUND HIM!???  FREAKYYYYYYYYYY.  Even when I've met big-time musicians or actors I've never asked to physically touch them. And I've wanted to--trust me.  

Going to take a nappy today. I fall asleep to the Cosby's every day at lunch.  That Cliff...