foozle vt foo-zled; foo-zling (1892): to manage or play awkwardly; a bungling golf stroke
Friday, April 10, 2009
Good Friday might be my favorite day of the year. My wife and I shared our first kiss some ten years ago on Good Friday. And nine years ago I made my first birdie on Good Friday, at the par-3 seventh hole at Manitou Ridge golf course in White Bear Lake, MN. Spring has usually sprung by this time every year so Good Friday is often a symbol for the beginning of the golf season. And oh yeah, the Masters is almost always on TV on Good Friday. What could be better? I'll be taking a swing lesson this morning for the first time in some four years then I'm heading back home to color Easter eggs with the girls and hole up for the afternoon to watch the first major of year unfold before my very eyes. A little slice of heaven, if you ask me. I hope everyone else enjoys their Good Friday as much as I'll be enjoying mine. Cheers!
I live in Minnesota with my wife and two daughters. I play golf to about a six handicap, as long as my putter is cooperating. When I'm not playing golf or hanging out with my wife and kids, I work at a brewery and dream about playing golf or being with my wife and kids.