December 21, 2011

rabbit_yawn I found this to be kind of fun and interesting reading – hope you like it!

You wouldn’t think that rabbits would be a Christmas icon but more and more they have become such.
You can see bunnies frolicking in the snow on ornaments, figurines, clothing, statuary and other decorations.
The snow bunny in particular has become a popular Christmas icon.

Rabbits are a part of the family Leporidae.
There are several different species of rabbit found all over the world.
They live between four and twenty years.
In the winter they are harder to find and usually eat only scrub, bark and what they are able to find as far as greenery, usually at night.
They do not hibernate over the winter like some mammals, so what most likely made them into a popular Christmas icon is that they are active during this time of year, unlike a lot of other animals.
They are hunted during the winter months as well and you can see rabbit gracing the table of the Christmas feast at some families’ celebrations.

Some rabbits grow a winter coat that is colored more like their winter surroundings.
The Snowshoe Hare is one example of this.
In summer it is brown or grey, but in winter it is snow white.
This is a form of camouflage so that they have a better chance of surviving until the next spring.
Their hide is especially wanted during the winter months to make clothing because of its thick, soft fur.

Rabbits are cute and cuddly; you can often find them on Christmas decorations – often sporting a Santa hat, candy
cane or some other Christmas decoration.
You can find them printed on clothing, sharing the holiday spirit.
They are also depicted in books about the Christmas holiday like “Little Rabbit’s Christmas” by Harry Horse.
There is also another holiday favorite “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams.

A popular rabbit is “Rabbit,” depicted in “Winnie the Pooh” and which has been included in multiple Christmas specials and movies. The “Brer Rabbit’s Christmas Carol” is a popular movie depicting a rabbit in Charles Dickens’ famous “The Christmas Carol.”

The rabbit may not be the first animal you think of when it comes to Christmas, but even now they are becoming a popular icon for this particular holiday.
Much like the teddy bear or the puppy dog the rabbit may be what you think of next year when you get that special someone a gift for Christmas.
After all there is always room for another special animal in one’s heart.

Of course, you should never give someone a rabbit unless you are prepared for a lot of responsibility and care-taking. The House Rabbit Society is a must for anyone considering bring a rabbit into their household. They’re a lot of work and require a lot of attention, but the joy and love they give are worth it.

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December 20, 2011

A crazy day at work today, lots to do, not a lot of time to blog.

I’ve always loved this Christmas tune, although until yesterday listening to the Music Choice channel at my folks’ place I never knew its name and didn’t even know it had lyrics. I think this is a better version, but my favorite was on a Christmas cassette I had a gazillion years ago called “Victorian Christmas” with all kinds of Christmas tunes with Victorian-era instruments and music boxes. I’m glad to say I now know the name of this tune. It’s pretty.

Hard to believe we’re only days before Christmas.

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December 19, 2011

Traveled cross-country yesterday, leaving a damp and dreary, mid-fifties Phoenix for a clear and bracing 16 degree Massachusetts. I flew American Airlines and had a layover in Chicago O’Hare with two experiences that illustrate the ying and yang of air travel, 21st-century style.

My flight from Phoenix to O’Hare was unusual, if only for the fact that the plane was only about 80% full. The flight boarded on time, the boarding was orderly (as orderly as can be expected these days), the flight took off on time and arrived ten minutes ahead of schedule. Throughout the flight, service was professional and efficient, and we deplaned as orderly and quickly as we boarded in Phoenix. Because the seat next to me was vacant I had plenty of room to catch up on some much-needed work.

The flight from O’Hare to Boston illustrated everything that’s wrong with air travel these days. The flight was over-booked (never a good thing around the holidays!), the boarding was crazy, as people with gifts and heavy coats overwhelmed the overhead storage early on and the cabin stewards were moving people’s stuff around all over the place to try and fit as much in as possible. They ran out of overhead space midway through Group 3 (thank God I was in Group 2!), causing some Russian guy in the rear to lose it and start verbally abusing a stewardess, which in turn caused the only young child on board to start crying. As a result, a whole bunch of people ended up having to check bags, we got off twenty minutes late, and many folks had their holiday travel start off on the wrong foot.

There’s not much you can say about it, when it comes to air travel these days it is what it is.

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December 18, 2011

The days are really getting short, aren’t they? Thoughts while I’m jetting back home for a few days away from the craziness of this past month here in AZ to spend with family and friends ahead of Christmas and the New Year:

R.I.P. Christopher Hitchens. Sometime infuriating, sometimes controversial, always interesting. He was a great writer in the history of great writers. The fact that some remember him fondly, others not-so misses the point; he was a memorable person who wasn’t afraid to write what he thought. I almost never agreed with him but always enjoyed his writing. He was a committed atheist who still welcomed those who prayed for him since his diagnosis of esophageal cancer, my prayer is that, after 16 months of incredible rigorous and painful treatments he is astounded at what he found after casting off the bounds of this earth.

Speaking of those battling cancer, please keep Susannah Breslin in your prayers as she battles breast cancer.

This is a story to watch over the next few months.

As much as I’d like to see Newt head the GOP ticket against Barack Obama, I think he’s got as much baggage as the cargo hold of a fully-loaded 747. I respect Mitt Romney’s work at the 2002 Olympic Games and agree with the Des Moines Register that he’s the guy who can beat “Mr. Lead From Behind”.

If Barack Obama does cancel the Keystone pipeline everyone will know he really does hate America and wants us to be beholden to Middle East oil barons. Barack Obama hates this country and wants it to come to ruin; this is going to be a huge story come 2012.

My favorite R.E.M. song.

Have I told you how much I love this song?

See y’all when I’m in the EST…

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December 17, 2011

This headline grabbed me: Train-hopping couple buried alive under coal. Here’s the skinny:

Christopher Artes, 25, and Medeana Hendershot, 22, shared a passion for illegally hopping freight trains and traveling the country without a set plan.

As the AP reports, officials at the plant are not sure if the couple was sitting on top of the coal when another load dropped, or if they were in a railcar that was dropping its payload. But they do know that Artes died from asphyxiation–meaning that he was likely buried alive. Hendershot died from blunt force trauma to the mid-section, meaning that she likely died from falling or by having coal fall on her.

Sounds romantic, huh? I mean, give me a break. It’s awful the way these two young people lost their lives, but I can’t help but wonder where and how they got the funds to support such a carefree and – yes – irresponsible lifestyle. If they were in their late teens, yeah, I get it. But at their age they ought to have known better – I mean, where’s the common sense? Where are the jobs? It’s stories like this and the whole pathetic “occupy” movement that makes me wonder what self-indulgent, narcissistic monsters my generation created with that ’60s “do your own thing mantra. Adam Corolla’s viral rant was pretty on spot.

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December 16, 2011

Ed. note: The YouTube videos – courtesy of Christmas Dave, are divided into three separate “sides”: Side 1, Side 2, and Side 3. Use these as a refernce to the reviews below. Enjoy!

phil OK, I know the guy’s still sitting in a prison cell, whacked out, burned out, and for all intents and purposes, checked out of society and the rock n’ roll world he was once such an iconic part of. But heck, it is the Christmas season and I know it’s not REALLY Christmas until I slap into my CD player the best damned rock n’ roll Christmas record of all time. Which is (for those of you cats and chicks who may not be hip to these kinds of grooves), Phil Spector’s magnificent “A Christmas Gift For You”.

I know what you’re thinking – that’s just The Great White Shank spoutin’ his “yeah-i-know-he’s-in-jail-for-murder-but-believe-me-Phil-Spector-really-was-a-genius” bull$hit, but in this case you need to give me a break. ‘Cause it’s not just me, it’s a whole range of critics across the media spectrum, from Rolling Stone (who rated it #142 in its list of the 500 greatest albums of all time), to bloggers like Hip Christmas and BlogCritics. BC’s praise of the album and its greatness is especially spot-on:

A Christmas Gift For You contains thirteen performances, all captured during that incredible early sixties period when Spector was producing these amazing records. You already know all of the songs, as they have all become tried and true radio staples at Christmas time over the years. Song for song, the wall of sound production — with all of its bells, whistles, and strings — captures all the magic and wonder of Christmas like very little music I can think of. When you hear these songs, it’s like being instantly transported to a kinder, simpler time. It really does feel like Christmas.

In addition to the Ronettes and Crystals classics already mentioned, the standouts here include Darlene Love’s “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)” and a version of “White Christmas” so gorgeous you’ll be checking your window for snowflakes. On Bob B. Soxx And The Blue Jeans’ “The Bells of Saint Mary,” the bells and the castanets ring gloriously amid a swirl of gospel-charged backing vocals.

So the thing is, Phil Spector’s recent legal troubles aside, this record just doesn’t sound any different to me. For my money, it’s still the single greatest Christmas record ever made. And tougher sell that it may be these days, it will definitely be on my CD player when the guys and I get together for some Christmas cheer next weekend.

For me, Christmas wouldn’t be the same without it.

The album, considered by many to be Spector’s finest piece of work (next to, perhaps, The Ronettes’ “Be My Baby”, whose praise I sang the other day, and The Righteous Brothers‘ “[You’ve Lost That] Lovin’ Feelin'”) had a bumpy ride on the road to becoming a much-loved and respected holiday and pop music classic. Originally recorded during the summer and fall of 1963, it was understandably overlooked in those tragic weeks following the assassination of JFK and then virtually forgotten. It was only until its re-introduction to the public on the Beatles’ Apple Records label in 1971 – at the urging of John Lennon and George Harrison (both of whom utilized Spector on their first post-Beatles’ solo albums following his work on the Beatles’ Let It Be) – that the album got radio play and finally earned its long-deserved recognition as a classic piece of pop music history.

So what exactly is it about A Christmas Gift For You that makes it both a holiday pop classic and a piece of work sufficient enough to warrant recognition among rock’s all-time greatest works? David Sprague, in his review, puts it simply: “[Spector’s] “wall-of-sound” technique is perfectly suited to the music of the season, as he proves with layer upon layer of piano, sleigh bells, buoyant percussion, and, of course, those legendary Spectorsound harmonies.”

True enough, but it’s only after you buy it and crank it up VERY loud that you start to appreciate not just the massive sound Spector lovingly and painstakingly crafted, but the way his session players and musical artists make the most out of the material given them. Here, Spector’s artists The Crystals, The Ronettes, Darlene Love, and Bobby Sheen are simply vocal instruments in the overall mix, working within the material and the arrangements, not overpowering them. Listen closely, and you begin to see how the subtleties within each arrangement illustrate Spector’s respect for both the material and the genre that brought him such fame and respect in his day:

* On “White Christmas”, Darlene Love’s lead is beautifully understated (something virtually unheard of in this post-Whitney armageddon of Britneys and Jessicas who sound like wailing alleycats in heat). And listen to how the pianos, basses, and saxes (alto and tenor) drive the rhythm, and how beautifully the saxes balance on the tune’s fade-out. Magical.

* On “Frosty The Snowman”, Spector takes a harmless children’s tune and turns it into a holiday pop masterpiece. The Ronettes’ Ronnie Bennett’s earnest vocal is the showpiece here – think ‘Frosty’ meets ‘Be My Baby’, with enough warmth and sweetness to turn ‘the Frostster’ into a puddle of lukewarm H2O.

* On “The The Bells of St. Mary’s”, Bobby Sheen’s lead is sweet and soulful out in front of a driving rhythm highlighted by chimes and Hal Blaine‘s amazing drumwork on the fade-out. Oh, and that’s Darlene Love doing the “yeah, yeah”s towards the end.

* The Crystals’ version of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town” rejuvenates the classic so much so that the likes of the Jackson Five (awful!) Bruce Springsteen, and others felt it necessary to pay it homage with their own versions.

* On “Sleigh Ride”, The Ronettes give a big fat wet kiss to Leroy Anderson’s classic arrangement; their now-classic “ring-a-ling-a-ling-a-ding-dong-ding” back-up is pure icing on this sweet holiday confection.

* “Marshmallow World” is a fun piece – dig the opening piano with a ton of echo on it. And listen to how the saxes underscore the piano/guitar rhythm; the solo here is a hell of a lot better than that featured on “Santa Claus…”. The mix has always sounded a little muddy to me – perhaps because of the basses (acoustic and electric), but Darlene Love’s vocal is energetic and playful – just like Phil wanted.

* “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”. Frankly, folks, it doesn’t get a whole lot better than this, and if there’s a better version out there, I’ve yet to hear it. Ronnie’s lead is both devilish and sexy, and the arrangement rocks. Listen for the piano fills and the sleighbells workin’ behind the saxes. It almost sounds as if Ronnie is slurring her s’s here (‘kishing’ Santa Claus); I think she’s doing it deliberately so I fall in love with her voice all over again every year at this time.

* On “Rudolph, The Red-Nosed Reindeer”, listen for the guitar riff that frames the song, similar to what Brian Wilson would later do to the instrumental “Pet Sounds” on that legendary album. There’s also a piano (and guitar?) doing something funky from the instrumental break onward, but for the life of me I can’t figure out what it is.

* “Winter Wonderland” is a faithful and fun rendition. Listen for the droopy strings featured throughout – they sound kinda funky to me – and how drummer Hal Blaine absolutely beats the daylights out of his toms on every fill. Darlene Love’s vocal is both soulful and fun. A magnificent arrangement.

* “Parade of The Wooden Soldiers”. OK, listen to how the strings behind The Crystals’ rollicking performance absolutely shimmer, like glistening snow, especially behind the trumpet solo in the middle. No one – and I mean NO ONE – could make strings shimmer like Phil Spector. (If you doubt me, just listen to John & Yoko’s “Happy Xmas [War Is Over]”.) Again, Hal Blaine’s drum fills on the fade-out are pretty intense.

* “Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)”. Arguably the showpiece of the album. If you want a true holiday audio feast, come inside Mr. Spector’s kitchen where everything – including the kitchen sink – has been tossed in here. Shimmering strings and double acoustic bass (how does he get that sound?) create an atmosphere, then horns introduce a TOTALLY PUMPED and unleashed Darlene Love vocal that leaves nothing – and I mean NOTHING – in the tank. The grand build-up to close the song is classic Spector: layers and layers of guitar, piano, strings, and percussion back the call-and-answer vocals between Love and the backup singers until the tension is finally released in a tidal wave of vocal calisthenics, soaring strings, and clipped piano notes. Can anyone say, “mucho fantastico!”?

* “Here Comes Santa Claus” is anticlimactic following Love’s tour de force, but it’s to Bobby Sheen’s credit that his straight, if understated, reading becomes the showpiece on this song. The trumpet solo in the middle has a ringing, jazzy touch to it which compliments Sheen’s soulful vocal.

What truly makes A Christmas Gift For You such a remarkable achievement is the success Spector achieved in fusing together what was then a relatively-new pop genre over familiar holiday songs without, as he would write in the album’s liner notes, “losing for a second the feeling of Christmas and without destroying or invading the sensitivity and the beauty that surrounds all of the great Christmas music.” More than anything else, Spector respected the music he was trying to interpret as his own, and in the end, this is what makes this work an enduring classic for the ages.

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December 15, 2011

caddy Yahoo! Sports Devil Ball Golf blog is counting down the greatest shots from 2011. I’ll tell you a couple of mine.

Friday at the Goodboys Invitational and we’re playing Sagamore Spring G.C. in Lynnfield, Massachusetts. The day is bright, sunny, and warm. The 9th hole is a 210-yard par 3 that requires a 180-yard carry over a large pond. I take out my 5-wood (the club I should have stayed with all weekend, but that’s another story!) and absolutely, positively nut it. It’s a lovely little fade that carries the pond and lands three yards short of the green. I chip to 3 inches of the hole and tap it in for a crowd-pleasing par. I would go on that day to shoot an all-time best round of 94 before imploding under the bone-crushing pressure of a Goodboys weekend the next two days, but the memories of that shot and all the fun I had during that round are precious to me.

Second place goes to the last round I played with a few Goodboys friends at Butternut Farm in Stow, Mass. We were playing #16 – a 173-yard par 3. I took out my 7-wood and again hit it on the screws, a nice draw that perfectly followed the angle of the hole. Even before it landed about 20 feet from the hole “Killer” Kowalski’s totally stoked, saying it was the best shot he’d ever seen me hit. High praise from a discerning Goodboy, indeed.

No, I didn’t make the birdie putt. Yes, I did make my par.

Looking back on the year, I think I made some real progress: a major change in the swing and a bit of a moderation on my course management style provided some highlights, for sure. Out of the ten rounds of golf I played, I broke 100 in three of them, including my lowest round of golf ever (that rocking-chair 94 on the first day of Goodboys weekend) and had a legitimate chance to break 100 on three other occasions. Unfortunately, two of the remaining four rounds were Saturday and Sunday at Goodboys, where the Saturday back and Sunday front really killed me.

Still, it was my most successful golf year thus far, and I’m going into 2012 hopeful that with a few more adjustments I’m working on I’ll keep making sufficient progress to really put it together by Goodboys 2012. I know I need to get more consistent with my short game – my chipping was hit or miss all year, and my putting was atrocious all year long – but that’s kinda difficult when you don’t play much and spend most of your time around the grasses and greens here in Phoenix. Still, on the whole I’d have that while I’m pleased with the progress I’ve made, I need to be ready for the challenge of doing better in 2012.

Now where’d I put that sleeve of orange Wilsons?

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December 14, 2011

charlotte While poking around at some YouTube videos the other day I chanced upon Charlotte Church. Had never heard of her previously – I’m guessing frequent commenter Jana knows all about her! – but I guess she’s a big deal across the pond. I’ve fallen in love in her voice and the versatility she shows in using it effectively across opera and popular music is beyond amazing. While you can bet I’ll be doing a deep dive into her catalog in the coming days, here are a few examples of just how good this young lady is:

I absolutely love We Were Young.

The Last Rose Of Summer is another good one as well.

Apparently, lots of people like Honestly.

Back To Scratch sounds like Charlotte channeling Olivia Newton-John. Love love love the raccoon eye makeup – very sexy!

Unfaithful is just a lovely tune.

Ruby has a really interesting vibe.

Her rendition of Ave Maria is one of the best I’ve ever heard. It’s breathtaking, really…

I really like this tune, it sounds like something Brian Wilson would have done during his unreleased “Sweet Insanity” period.

Finally, and given the season, her rendition of O Holy Night is worth a mention.

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December 13, 2011

We’re in the off quite the rainstorm here in the Valley of the Sun. This one started in the gulf of Alaska, dipped way down south below California, and is coing at us from Baja Mexico. Ken Clark of Accuweather has all the details. Ken?

This is one of the better storms I have seen for Arizona in some time. It is likely to bring hefty amounts of rain to the deserts and very heavy snow to the mountains. Rain will fall heavily at times in the lowlands with easily 1/2 to 1 inch of rain with locally up to more than 1.50 inches. Snow levels will be down to at least 5,000 feet, and locally less. Snow accumulations in the mountains of central and east-central Arizona will be 15 to 30 inches above 6,500 feet with 10 to 20 inches in the southeast mountains. Between 5,000 and 6,500feet expect at least 6 to 12 inches of snow. Travel in the mountains certainly will require chains and you may want to think twice about heading that way unless you have to. With the rain that is expected I would plan on for some local washes to fill up fast and run deep causing flooding of some roadways. Remember, never, ever attempt to drive through running water no matter how shallow it looks. The storm in Arizona tapers off late Tuesday night and ends by Wednesday.

All I can say is that it was raing steadily when we worke up on Monday, rained until nighttime, and started raining again overnight. You can count on one hand the amount of multi-day rain storms we’ve had here since we moved here back in the fall of 2003. All I can say is that I’m glad I finished my patio painting and final backyard work over the weekend!

Of course, being in the desert southwest you won’t hear too many people complaining about a rain event like this. As Eric Clapton once sang

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December 12, 2011

[Ed. Note: Received this via e-mail the other day from Ben “The Funny Guy” Andrusaitis, five-time Goodboys Invitational champion and one of the Founding Fathers of Goodboys Nation. Hope y’all enjoy it.]

A Christmas Visit by TFG

The following is a true story, based on reality, as I see it.

At the end of every golf season I make a point of looking back and making an assessment of my game, sort of a “state of my game” meditation. A few days ago, I made myself a cocktail (chocolate martini), sat in my chair and began to ruminate on my game. Had a pretty good year in my golf league; dropped to a 9. Played pretty well at Killa’s [Ed. note: Goodboy Steve “Killer” Kowalski] stag (golf and otherwise), he and I beat a couple of young whipper snappers even though I got the worst hangover in 10 years (it was a paranormal hangover, believe me!). And of course I won the Good Boys Invitational (they’ll call it Good People over my cold dead body) with Vegas [Ed. note: Goodboy “Vegas” Clark, he’s on the left in the champions photo, that’s TFG on the right] – we made a pretty good team and my game held up pretty well over the weekend (Vegas’ shortgame was “otherworldly”). My iron play was much improved, I have worked on a “dead hands” Steve Stricker-like swing and gotten much more consistent. My putting was OK, shortgame was good. But, my driving and wood play continued to be inconsistent, one day I have the “lefts”, the next, the “rights”. Got a new driver with 11 degree loft to quiet my swing –no joy. What now!? Get another driver (I hear those TaylorMades are miracle workers, take a lesson from a pro – maybe help from a higher power is the answer). I have been struggling with this for over 20 years, back to the beginnings of GBN. What to do, what to do. As visions of the Medicus and the SwingSnazzy floated in my head I drifted off into a martini fueled sleep (I think). Next thing I know, a voice rouses me and I hear:

“Hey buddy boy, I hear you’re having trouble with your swing”

I opened my wondering eyes and there is Mike “Doc” Frechette standing there wearing green Banlon pants and holding a gallon decanter of Wild Turkey and 2 glasses.

Ben: “Holy shit, where’d you come from?”

Mike pours 2 doubles, hands me one and says, “With all this talk about paranormal, other worldly and higher power what do you expect, you were pretty much screaming at me to appear. That’s how it works, when you are at your wits end, 3 down with 4 to play, driving the ball at right angles, you will be heard. Lets drink to GBN and you’re right; anybody tries to change things to Goodpeople and I got some friends down below who will help you out – some things are sacred”.

“So that’s how it works? All that religious mumbo-jumbo is true?”

Mike pours us another, hands it over, “Nah, not all of it by a long shot. Live a good life, stay in the short grass – the rest is bullshit”. Mike whacks down the Turkey and, “So back to your swing – what a mess – Heh, Hah.”

“Yah, no shit Sherlock, I thought you were here to help. Go ahead and wave your magic wand and help out my driving”.

With that, Mike poured us another double, whacked it, then looked straight into my eyes. It was a look I hadn’t seen since Gaylord went after Shank at Portsmouth. [Ed. note: That story from Goodboys lore is only available on a need to know basis, and frankly, this audience doesn’t need to know!!]

And all he said was “Bob Mann”.

I spit up the Turkey, “Bob Mann! Jesus Christ, Mike, you come all the way from the great beyond and that’s all you got! Oops, sorry about the name in vain and all that.”

“Nah, no worries, the big guy has a sense of humor, hell of a golfer too, can really work the ball, has a little problem with the 3 jacks though, I think he’s gonna go to a long putter.”

“No kiddin, and I thought only hopeless dopes use those”

“I’d watch it buddy boy, a jokes a joke, but the tenth circle of hell is a tough hazard to get out of…”

“OK, sorry, but Bob Mann! You and I must have watched those instructional tapes 10 times. Super Team and all that, I just don’t get it. Use your big muscles to hit the ball, be athletic, come on, give me more than that! You had to go to Natural Golf to get over Bob Mann (and that ULowell coed).”

With that, Mike faded away as he said,“Bob Mann buddy boy, Bob Mann”.

I jumped from my chair with a start, Bob Mann? What did Mike mean? And then it hit me like a drunkin sucker punch from Bone [Ed. note: Legendary Goodboy Steve Piekarski], Mike was right, come through with your hips, fire the right side and deaden the wrists! I had to find out. It didn’t matter it was 45 degrees out, I headed for the driving range. When I got to the range nobody was there, but (miraculously) the ball dispenser was open and on automatic. I got a bucket and went out to the range. It worked! Ball after ball hammered 260 down the middle. “ Mike you were right!” And just then I saw Mike out on the range laughing, whacking a double and saying, ”I always was buddy boy, I always was”.

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