Sounds like everyone had a great but very tiring weekend. Unlike the unselfish acts of G-Unit and Gower Power this weekend was all about me. On Saturday the weather was perfect for a 4-hour bike ride. I don’t ride hard for 4 hours. If I did that, I would stop enjoying my bike. All of my bike rides start at Tim Horton’s for a large double double, from there I walk to Gage Park, sit on a bench, drink my coffee and people watch. After coffee I rode towards the west for no particular reason. As I rode along Aberdeen I noticed that one of the holes at Chedoke Golf Club opens right onto the sidewalk. You can stand about 15 to 20 feet behind the tee box and watch golfers smash their balls straight up a nicely manicured, par 4 fairway. I stood there, in the shade, and watched 3 foursomes of young kids dressed like miniature doctors and lawyers tee off. I could tell they all had taken a lesson or two in their short privileged life. It didn’t take long to get sick of watching the little bastards smash the ball straight and far, so I rode along the clubhouse entrance roadway. This takes you up past quite a few of the golf holes. You’re right beside the fairways. At one point a stray ball hit the tree I was standing under and dropped about 5 feet from me. I kept thinking someone was going to tell me I shouldn’t be there but learned from Sam later that there are trails going right through both courses. I must have spent over an hour walking my bike through the course and envying the golfers. My ride continued on for a visit with my Dad, Kenny, Uncle Charley and Aunt Norma, finishing along the Hamilton Bay front and home again, home again.

No need for golf envy. Saturday night Sam called from work and asked me to guess what he was thinking and it wasn’t his blog site. WHACK! You all thought golf right? This morning when Sam got off work he rode his bike to my place. From here we drove to grab his clubs and a breakfast coupon. After half-priced breakfast at Mickey D’s we met Todd at Caistorville for some golf. It was a little cool when we teed off around 8 this morning but warmed up nicely by the second hole. With respect to the golf scoring , same old, same old. Sam came in first, I was second and Todd was third. The nice difference was we all played fairly well. Sam didn’t hit his target of bogie golf but played well enough to win. Todd found more fairways (our fairways) than both of us and made a couple of real good chips. I recorded the only birdie and really enjoyed the day… weekend.

Anyway, John, the luck son of a bitch, got an invite to Brittney’s aunts house for diner tonight. I just woke up from a nap. (Sam, I lied I’m not riding back to Chedoke when I get home) I guess I’ll make some pasta for diner and get ready for bed.

Good weekend.

Yawn!!