rambling about

i spoke with a friend this week who had a nasty confrontation with a stranger. The scary part is he almost got his ass kicked.. the sad part is, it was a girl. Vegas had the girl favored..she has a flawless record.. i had my money on the dude though because he is a former bouncer.. not that being a bouncer makes you a bad ass but rather because i am pretty sure he and most bouncers have hit and would have had no problem hittin a girl...i do not support dudes hitting girls, but there have been multiple reports of her using smokeless tobacco(which changes everything). In the end he craftily defused the potentially brawl, and left the bar unharmed but with questions. he had to wonder if he had what it took to win the fight. I wake up everyday wondering is this the day.. is this the fateful day that i must answer 'yeah, she beat my ass.' anyways, this is a first blog for me so today is the day that i answer 'yeah, i have a blog.' which is a less humiliating but equally odd question to answer yes to. it is a season of milestones i suppose.. i got married, started blogging, quit golf, and picked up golf again. the golf saga started and ended somewhere between a good shot and bad shot and a good shot. i guess i never physically quit golf but emotionally i actually gave it up,moved on during a round and brainstormed about other hobbies..later that same round i decided i would play golf for the rest of my life no matter what.
about 1% of those who play golf can consider it a worthy investment of time and resources pros and children. it is the sickest obsession i have had. i have an addictive streak a mile long and for some reason consider golf my finest habit. i have nothing to show for the money and time spent on the golf course. well i guess i have a few tan lines and a foul mouth but not much else. shit Tim! it is like bulimia.. no matter how much you spend on dinner, you just throw it up before it matters. its possible though that i am looking at it all wrong..that a proverbial eating disorder, if monitored properly can be good. i mean if carpentry were my hobby i would have large amounts of waste and bird boxes. running i would be fit but everyone around me would feel guilty for being out of shape and lazy but with a proverbial eating disorder for a hobby everyone can look at me and say well atleast i am not like him, he spends so much time and energy on golf and blogging and has nothing to show for it.others can say I may be lazy but atleast i am well rested. round two soon enough