This morning I returned to the Proto-Type Athlete room for some more torture.  The first session took 3 days and 20+ Advil to recover from.  It’s really hitting the areas that need attention.  Anyway, today I rolled around on the Astroturf like a rabbit sick with rabies.  Several passing women voiced their concerns.  I saw a tire of all things in the room so I crawled over to it.  There’s a sledge-hammer nearby.  One strikes the tire repeatedly with the hammer.  This works the whole body and is great for getting out aggression.  An added war cry frightens the soccer moms.

After my workout I sat listlessly in the steam room for a while.  In walked a Georgia redneck, a Brit, and a South African (there’s no punch line coming).  I half listened to their conversation.  It seems the local yokel has developed a supplement for old men who golf.  He also sells catheters.  The funny talkers appear to be international marketers.  I really started listening when they got to the part about Medicare covering the products and how much they made off people who purchased for “free.”  This angered me so I heated up the place and forced the international tax schemers out.  There’s a reason our country is broke.

I picked up some great comments about the List yesterday.  Read it and its cousins if you haven’t.

Masters is almost here!  Hooters have erected a small tent in front of the big tent!  Does your Hooters have tents?  John Daly’s bus will roll up any day now.  Let the circus begin!  Come on by if you’re in town.  My man, Russell Wilder, will have a kiosk set up, providing premium cigars for the experience.  After the day’s golf, treat yourself to dinner at Car