Pasta, Golf, Yankees & Bruce
Listened to Bruce on the way to the golf course on Sunday morning.
Hadn’t played in a couple of weeks because of the rain, and it was a tad nipply as Chevy Chase said during ‘Christmas Vacation.’
My hands are important when I play and having cold hands is an adjustment.
Got off to a rough start and watched Pops par one hole after another.
But I eventually came around.
Sundays in the fall are times for the Bills games; and of course, pasta is forever on the agenda.
I watched as much of the Yankees game as I did the Bills too because although the games don’t mean anything now, Judge is still chasing the record.
As the day moved on, I got tired because I also threw the ball for Ollie a few times.
Ollie loves Sundays too, and he was able to have a couple of meatballs.
And the reason I bring it all up is because I was thinking about the past Sundays in my life.
A Yankees game.
A plate of linguine.
Family.
Pets.
Music.
Round of golf.
And going to bed good and tired and ready for the next work week.
I had a full day yesterday.
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