My Symphony No. 9

The local authorities did not appreciate my celebration.  

I finally broke 80. Four years of playing golf at least once a week has paid-off. Double hockey sticks: 77, my career low round by at least six strokes.

Monday June 20, 2005 is one of those days that I will remember for the rest of my life. Those that play golf understand, and for everyone else I will try to put it in perspective.

Breaking 80 is better than:
1. Hitting a homerun in a recreational softball game
- A homerun is only a fleeting moment, 77 will live-on in my stories.
2. Getting an A on a law school final
- Close call, but someday my grades will not mean anything; 77 is forever.
3. Getting your first kiss
- A first kiss is memorable, but only because it was an awkward moment
4. Having a winning night at the blackjack table
- This assumes my usual $5 bets, and the fact that you have to spend time in a casino
5. A home cooked meal by mom
- Also a close one, but come-on it’s a 77
6. Christmas