I am a sack rat.
I remember when I was two and three years old, I could sleep for whole days on end.
Now that I am retired, I am back to the same routine.
The weather is supposed to be rainy before clearing up on the weekend.
I am on pins as to whether Tiger will play in the Masters. The Masters is always a special time every year, because it is when Dad and I used to connect and those stories are priceless.
Talk about comebacks.
Who doesn’t love a comeback story?
Tiger’s life has played out so far like one of the Greek tragedies I never read for homework.
It’s still fucked up how he did his wife, but he has paid enough already, on the big imaginary scoreboard in the sky.
So I am hoping he makes the cut at bare minimum.
I am giving it a few more weeks with my target date being Thursday, May 12 to return to the golf course.
Can’t wait.
I went to the coolest place yesterday in the rain. It was Beavercreek and the whole area is just one big green explosion waiting to happen once Spring hits.
It’s coming.
I am playing an open mic again at the Lucky Star Brewery and I will try and get someone to video me for the blog.
Check out the silence of the rain on the trees:
Mark's Playhouse 