Game, heal thyself

I don't know why that -- every year -- I expect my golf game to somehow get better over the winter, as if it were healing itself. My game, however, is terminal as the first trip to the golf course of the year showed.

Patrick and I played at the Ponds at Battle Creek golf course, the one we usually play the most.



I shot a 60 for 9-holes. Truth be told: Even without the almost-broken ankle and the bad rotator cuff, I'd have probably shot a 60.

Patrick shows some good form -- pitching onto the green -- on the way to a ... 55. I think I'm dragging him down.