today's round : a pair of 8s. something you'd raise pre flop with in NL texas hold'em poker but you'd hang yourself for in golf.

in short.

today i played like a motherfucking cunt bitch whore's slut whose arse was impaled on a lightning rod with one testicle frozen to an iceberg while the other rammed into my left eyeball causing my vision to be obscured, all this while having an angry ferret mud-wrestle a drunk beaver in my brain and attempting to house a family of hillbilly chinese phiranas in my rectum as several infected goldfish slid down my throat after being dumped on by a bird with the avain flu.

oh yeah, and it was bloody hot today.

if that picture wasn't visual enough for you i dont know what is.

come to think of it, i really didn't hit the ball that badly today. had some shit luck though. i mean like lion goh shit luck (it is his home track anyway). coupled with a severe lapse in concentration on 3 holes, a few loose shots at in opportune times and absolutely shiet greens...hmmm it all adds up now.

but an 88 is still an 88. whether you like it or not. that's all people see, thats all they care about. its cruel but its a fact. life goes on.

apparently i didn't have the worse day. edwin's whole flight got disqualified for playing the wrong hole. go figure huh? there's always someone who's had a shittier day.

at least i didn't lose my cool out there today. still looking for the positives and had plenty to take back from today

shared a cab back with sunshine (who's also chopped it but only had 80 so relax brotha) after amusing him with my usual vivid and comical description of my pathetic adventure around laguna and sharing the bitching with him about the whole day dropped him off at his crib.

our bet with the mullet hair is still on so yeah. first one to cut his back loses. long hair is COOL!

couldn't get either mommy or greg on the phone so i spent the remainder of my journey drowned in sissor sisters music.

i really felt so alone.

i mean really. look at me. i've been making changes to my game since late october last year. i planned for everything to settle in by late march this year. and it hasn't yet. my game's been streaky at best. highs are really high and lows are really low. i've had 4 high 80s this year which is a helluva plenty after just 3 months. i mean i know its getting to where it should be. i'm working super hard at it and grinding my butt off to get there sooner. but things dont happen when they should. i play well but can't score the way i should. little things are getting in the way and its starting to really piss me off. the only thing people see are the numbers at the end of the day. i'm not getting selected to play in tourneys i know i should be going to because of that and everyones beginning to count me out of the picture. this is just fucking peachy 'aint it.

but i'm going to keep grinding. i know i have to. i've given too much to give up now.

i gotta do it for me...

for mom...

for greggy...

for my brothers in arms who believe in me...

for God...

for narnia!

(didn't see that comin did you)

spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine