Took my 3-year old son to the driving range today. I hit some balls while I tried to make sure he didn't interfere with any other golfer or take a wedge upside the head. We practiced some putting but he really was more interested in raking the sand trap. I'll try to post some pictures on my page.
I've got a game this Saturday. I think we're going to pair up and play match play Ryder Cup for lunch and beers after the round. It should be me and Ray against Wilber and Chris. Wilber is playing a bit too good for the rest of us right now and with no strokes given, we'll have to be on our game. I've put the over/under for me at 82.
I like my chances this week of having all four of my fantasy picks come in the money. Yes, I know there's no cut, but it's still a good feeling when all four earn. I think with a good showing, I can jump into the top 30. We'll find out Monday morning.
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pjcedog
3/13/2009 11:01:50 AM Those are some of the best years for parenting, sometimes I wish my son was still 3. After they first start school it gets really complicated. My son is now 12 and in that stage right before the teenage storm blows through. I think about those days when he was small enough to ride on my shoulders and then I look at him now, at 6-3 and 180 pounds he could probably carry me around! They grow up fast.age storm blows through. I think about those days when he was small enough to ride on my shoulders and then I look at him now, at 6-3 and 180 pounds he could probably carry me around! They grow up fast. |