Oh Rory, I Feel For You

The Northwood banquet went off without a hitch on Saturday. 315 in attendance, 5 dropped trophies. In my prep for the evening I went back to 2000, the last season I had a kid in the league. Never would have guessed it had been that long.

Wow quite the finish to the Masters. With so many in the hunt who would have picked Charl, heck who knew who he was. Analyst Feherty told a good one while they went on and on regarding fellow Irishmen McIlroy. Dad comes home from the club with maybe a child's portion too much Guiness in him and asks mom "is my dinner still warm"? Yes says mom, it's in the dog.

Sal had a dream about losing some cash in the wind, when she took the deposit of banquet ticket money to deposit today the dream came true. She gathered it all up without losing any.

Back to it, Soon

The Northwood banquet is three days away and I'm nowhere near ready. Trophies and all that are all set but I haven't started what I'm going to say up front yet. I usually say a short paragraph about each award winner but my back has kept me from sitting in front of a computer any longer than work requires all week, might have to wing it a bit. This post is coming from the phone as I sit on the couch with the heating pad. It's better today but I dont want to push it, now my hands are getting sore.