A Great Day!
There were a number of great moments in the ‘celebration of mediocrity’ as my buddy, Mike, dubbed my plans for my 60th.
It’s funny, but I had a stray thought as I stood at the first tee:
“Can I hit a golf ball at 60 years old?”
I hit a good tee shot, and we were off.
It was a little cold early one, but I was in short-sleeves and shorts by the third hole - wasn’t a cloud in the sky and I mostly stayed in the middle of the course.
We made a pact at a par 3 that if we are ever in the presence of any of the others - and made a hole in one - we would forever call that golfer, ‘Ace.’
Love those guys - don’t want to ever call any of them ‘Ace’ forever.
At home, we had lobster, steak, scallops and stuffed peppers.
Kathy baked a cake
Plates were cleaned!
At night, the Yankees came on.
“They won’t lose on my birthday,” I announced, as I thought about Reggie hitting 3 bombs when I was 13.
Stanton hit a 💣 to put the Yankees up 6-2 and I exhaled, but it’s the playoffs and Cleveland is good.
The game was tied and I was incredulous:
“They can’t lose on my birthday!!!”
The final out (a bobbled ground ball) happened just minutes before my birthday officially ended.
Thhhhhheeeeeeeee Yankeeeeeeeeeessssss Wiiiiiiinnnnn!
I like my 60’s so far.
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