Got out Sunday for my first round of golf for the year. The first few holes were pretty brutal. It always takes me a few rounds to find my swing, but I was pretty pleased. Because it was the first time out, I didn’t keep score for the first nine holes. But I played pretty well on some of those holes and decided to keep score on the back 9. I shot a 43 and had a couple of birdies, which kind of makes my day. I don’t get many birdies, so to have two of them on the first day out is, to be honest, a very impressive athletic achievement. At least in my eyes.
As I’m writing this, my son is interviewing Danny Hutton. It’s a big deal. Why? Because Hutton is one of the founding members of Three Dog Night, my favorite group during my junior high and high school days. Three Dog Night is playing the River Festival on Saturday night and I will be there. There are still four original members in the band and when last I heard them, about three years ago, these guys could still play. I’m anticipating they still can.
I’m going to try and get out and play golf again this week, and again on the weekend. Now that bowling is over, I have some spare time. Yes, I said spare time. We haven’t decided whether we’re going to bowl again next season, which begins in early September. It’s a long, grueling season which spanned football, basketball and baseball seasons. And many bowlers in our league told me that they bowled in one or two other leagues. When they told me that, I just nodded and backed away. Actually, bowling has been a lot of fun and I’m sure we’ll give it another try. I am, however, still rattled about losing my bowling ball about halfway through the season. It just disappeared. We have deduced that the ball was stolen, but why would anyone steal a bowling ball. It’s the great mystery of the bowling season.