The calls are now starting at 5:30 AM and run until 2 PM. I grab a little nap and try to get caught up on so-called “regular business” until 6 – 6:30 PM. That’s my lot in life these days as me and my team creep ever closer to the three weeks starting next week after which we’ll know just how stable – or unstable – things are at “The Client Who Shall Remain Nameless”. Everybody’s nervous about the tight timeline we’ve been given and there are already cracks showing up in my project plan, but that was to be expected. After all this time I’m a fatalist about how all this will turn out. The client is pissed and tired of dealing with us, and believe me, the feeling is mutual. I’m beyond exhausted but refuse to give in even though I’m too old for this kind of crap. We’ll just have to see how it goes. In the meantime…

Hit balls the other day and it felt real good mentally and physically. No more wheezing, my swing was rusty, but right from the start on the putting green I was feeling pretty sharp, mid-season form. I have to work on my backswing – it’s far too upright, don’t know where that came from, but watching Paula Creamer swing videos for 18 hours straight will take care of that. Pretty swing, pretty girl.

…speaking of the Pink Panther, even she’s working on swing changes. Appears she’s split from her hubby after only three years, which is sad, but it appears to have stirred in her a recommitment to her game. Ah yes, the ultimate combo – love and golf; it’s hard to do both and be good at them at the same time.

I was eating the last of my corned beef dinner while reading this. More power to the chef – the best way to counter the lefties out there is to punch back twice as hard, and right in their faces.

Next week is Masters Week, and I’m total stoked. I’ve got the Bloody Mary makings all ready for the weekend – a tradition in our household, and I’m picking Bubba Watson to take home another green jacket.

Haven’t followed the Red Sox much in Spring Training, but I think the New York Yankees are the class of the American League East.

Glad to hear all the Goodboys have signed on to the Exec-Comm plan to stay at Foxwoods and play a couple of rounds at the Lake of Isles North Course. Gonna be the hardest course the Goodboys have ever played. Makes me want to work even harder on my game to hit more fairways no matter how I have to do it. Even if it means hitting putter off the tee.

Agree wholeheartedly with Powerline blog’s Paul Mirengoff about those marches for universal gun confiscation that took place last weekend. While I feel bad about what those high schoolers (they’re not kids) went through, they’re nothing but pawns being manipulated by left-wing groups who’ll toss them aside like yesterday’s garbage once their usefulness has expired.

But if Democrats want to run on gun confiscation and illegal immigration for the 2018 midterms, be my guest! The radical Left always overplays its hand, anyways.

Weatherbell.com’s Joe Bastardi is calling for a very cold and potentially very snowy April (at least the first half) in the Northeast. He’s been pretty much on target all winter long, so I’ll just advise my Goodboys friends not to put away those heavy coats and snow shovels just yet.

No, I didn’t see this. Wish I had.

I’m outta here with some music by the Prophet.

…oh wait: the last two great Beach Boys songs. Recorded back in 1995 for an attempted album that never happened. These are two fantastic Brian Wilson tunes that still sound fresh 20+ years later. They should have at least released these as a single. “You’re Still A Mystery” hearkens a little back to Pet Sounds.