What a long tiring week and weekend that I've been unable to blog and do much more. Where to start? Let's walk backwards. This past weekend I flew down to Myrtle Beach for a little R&R, but the problem with golf trips is that they're never restful. Usually you play 2 rounds of golf a day, and to accomplish such a feat, you have to wake up at the crack. Though tiring it was great fellowship with 7 other guys. I don't see half of them during the year, and the others I see sparingly because we're all spread out across the country from LA, Seattle, DC and NYC. The difference in this fellowship is that they are all Christian and so we're not going to strip clubs in Myrtle. There are only 3 things in Myrtle Beach other than the beach: golf, miniature golf and naked girls (strip clubs). It's refreshing to hang with these guys from my past who all have wives and live the suburban dream. They keep me grounded for sure and though my life in NYC isn't outrageous, it's semi-depraved compared to these guys. I wonder sometimes what life would've been had I stayed in Philly and pursued the white picket fence life? I've learned to not look back; move forward without a rearview mirror but learn from the past before proceeding. I will not wax poetic.
Back to the weekend. If I am the champion or the master of anything other than my domain, then it's trash talking. Playing me in basketball can be quite menacing for the opposing team because though I'm vertically challenged, I play old school defense like Dennis Rodman and can get into your head like the greatest, Michael Jordan. So I talked so much trash before this grand trip and in the end, I lost in skins and the individual matchups against 2 other competitors who romped me by throwing down 83s. Tiger Wu and Mitch won't admit this, but they played the round of their lives against me. I know they've never scored below an 85. Anyway, the trash talking backfired as they focused so hard to kick my ass and I admit that they did as I scored poorly because I exerted too much effort jawing at them and not focusing on my swing. However, I did sweep 2 nights of poker. Well, we got destroyed in team golf -- losing by 40 plus skins --and I placed 3rd though I came in to the weekend with the lowest handicap. Our team and individual strategies backfired as we screwed up the matchups. It's all about matchups. Our strategy was to send out our 2 strongest against their 2 weakest and try to accumulate a ton of skins and let our other twosome battle it out to a draw. The flaw is that when you play their weakest players, they have huge handicaps and it's tougher to beat them. So on some holes I had to birdie just to tie their bogey. Anyway, we got our ____ handed to us but there's next year. Now I know how the US Ryder Cup team feels when they lose to an inferior opponent.
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83 isn't my lowest, but I'll admit that I was defintely more focused playing you, then against your other teammates. Your took your ass whooping like a man....
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