World's Laziest Blogger Checking In

Well, once again I have managed to retain my crown as the world's laziest blogger. It's been several weeks since I wrote anything worth posting here, confirming that among semi-sober, semi-coherent slackers, I reign supreme.

Actually, I'm just kidding. I haven't really been all that lazy. It's just been a rough few weeks, and I simply haven't had time to post much. I've got some crazy deadlines at my day job, and I'm trying to be a regular blogger elsewhere on the interwebs, and the time I used to spend staring off into space blinking (in other words, the time I used to spend posting on Rinderpest.com) has been cut way down as a result.

I can tell you that I have also been trying to learn how to play golf.

Yeah, I know. You're thinking WTF, aren't you?

Well, it goes back to the knee surgery I had in October of last year. I have since recovered, of course, but because of my "special" knee, I have been forced to take slightly different tack in regard to my recreational activities. Where I used to play beach volleyball about four days a week, I have cut that activity down to once a week, maybe twice if I'm feeling good.

But I still enjoy being outside doing things, so I decided to surf more, and when there are no waves, play golf.

A pretty good plan, but in Texas, a decent wave is often hard to come by. And golf is a little too uppity at times for my sensibilities. I'm not a big fan of the a lot of the bullshit etiquette associated with it.

The good news is, I have a group of friends with varying skill levels in golf, and none of us are overly enamored of the pomp and circumstance that is part of the game. I mean, we all have to dress the part. They won't let me play barefoot or shirtless on the municipal courses, let alone the nicer courses and private clubs, and we have to obey any cart rules and allow faster players to play through.

But we don't even keep score. Plus, we don't observe the "be quiet" courtesy, or the rule that says the player whose ball is farthest from the hole shoots first. In our group, you're allowed to heckle, and when you get to your ball, you wind up and hit it again.

We're able to keep moving fairly quickly, however, as often we'll simply all play the best ball.

And the beer girls keep us very happy, and we likewise keep them happy.

So far, my game isn't great. In fact, it's pretty awful. The PGA pros have nothing to worry about from me, unless I start singing along with the radio while they're trying to sink a putt or something. But I'm having fun hacking at balls on nice days and cutting up with my friends. And really, that's all I'm looking for in a recreational activity.