Thursday

Today was a golf day.  I didn't play very well.  I shot 39 on the front, but dropped to a 44 on the back.  It was hot, but the beer was cold afterward.

Yesterday, I played softball.  We won.  I was 4 for 4, but I made an error in the outfield.  Since it's slow pitch, I expect to hit the ball, so even though I'm at the highest batting average on the team, I am more upset about the error.  I know I'm old, but that doesn't mean I expect to make an error two.  I would rather make an out at the plate than make an error.  Anyway the beer was cold afterward.