Friday, April 2, 2010
Adjusting My Swing
I was eager to see how I would swing a club now that I was no longer resembling President Taft.
We got to the course around 8 AM and had breakfast in this very old club house. I had the lumpiest oatmeal not seen since Oliver Twist, but it was fine. My buddy had an egg and cheese and bacon sandwich, then after his hot dog after the 9th hole this fellow Catholic felt quite guilty inhaling all that meat on Friday, Good Friday no less!