It Happens Every Year
It happens every year. As friends and family will take note, every year I have ambition to head to the range a handful of times before the start of the golf league -- the first Saturday of May just like the Derby -- and every year I fall woefully short. So keeping with tradition this year is no different. So with that being said I have finally ventured into the deep dungeon of the basement (Indiana Jones and the Lost ark of the Covenant may also reside down here gentle readers) and I can officially say my golf bag has made it to the surface of the Earth. Now the next part is the annual quest to physically hit a golf ball -- something I haven't done since last September. Also a tradition. League play starts tomorrow, and my expectations are modest. The first week goal is always not to pull any muscle too severe.
Wish me luck everyone.