Prospect Park

Today Mike and I went to prospect park to play catch. I occasionally like to blow off steam by heaving a ball in Mike's direction. Due to a human version of Herpes (xH) rearing his ugly head again with $ crap, I had to muscle my way through the morning. We had fun regardless of circumstances.
However...

We got to witness a belligerent argument from across the park. Some a-hole with a baby carriage cursed violently at a woman with a dog. There were kids all over the place. I was not a fan. But one takes a risk when they venture to the slope. The self-righteous people toting a baby think they run the place. My money is on the baby growing up to be a colossal turd like daddy.

Beat the Heat

I am biased toward the Pacers. I am from Indiana. I am realistic. The Pacers will likely lose this series. But I would love to see them beat the Heat.

No one likes an ego maniac....

Go Pacers. Don't play s-o-f-t.


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Driving at the range

Hi guys. Sarah here. We are currently at spring rock driving range on Long Island. I just finished up my ball butchering and I am creeping behind Mike now.

I have to say- I doubt anyone hits their wedges better than me. Roughly 90% of my wedge shots are works of art. Irons 4-8 are another story. A sad story.

I figured out the proper stance for my driver. I consistently carried the ball 200 while it rolled even further. I am a freak of woman nature.

Mike is doing much better since his lesson. He is on his way to the PGA! His swing is much shorter. Dangerous. Due to his recent lesson, he is currently into hitting the range every couple of days.

I must resume my obsessive yoga ways. I need ample flexible capabilities.

Oh, the picture below is of Mike in his back swing. It no longer looks like a baseball swing. Well done, Michael. Well done.

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