Date Night

It's Wednesday night again, and I'm very worried that the spark has gone out of our relationship. I was expecting to get very sweaty and be sore in the morning, but instead it was dinner and a movie and then straight home. I'm definitely going to write to Dolly Doctor for some advice...

Do they still have Dolly Doctor? Someone look that up for me...

We jumped in the car at about 5.30 on Wednesday evening, the sky was ominous, a few very heavy rain-drops had started to fall, and Facebook updates from Melbourne's west indicated that a very large storm was approaching.

Meanwhile, in a different part of Melbourne, Dave was taking a call from his personal weather-man Smiling Mike Larkan, who in real life has a thick Scottish accent, but hides it when he is on the telly...

SML: Och Dave muh laddie, you can't send your team out in this weather. It's sheer mudness boyo
DS: You listen to me Larkan, they'll train you hear? They'll train and they'll love it.
SML: I canna letch yoo do it. And I'll stop you the unly way I know how, by tulling the Channel Ten audience that there is a beeched whale down at Kerferd Road pier. Good luck running eight posts with three thousand huppies down there.
DS: Damn you Larkan, you win this round. By the way your accent went really Kiwi there towards the end.
SML: Yah, ut'll doo that. See you for brunch on Sunday.
DS: Toodle-pip

So the text message was sent out to all the players, training cancelled, come over for a video night. Personally with all the footwork issues I am working through, I was hoping for either Footloose or Centre Stage, but it was game tape from a practice game that the '09 squad played against the Men's team.

It was pretty good, and really instructive to see how things worked when people ran to the right spots. A couple of suggestions though, firstly, every presentation is better with a laser pointer. We have one we use to annoy our cats, they hate it so much... Secondly, get access to the Funniest Home Video sound-board. I love watching Mossy fall over as much as anyone, but put it in slow motion and with maybe a slide whistle, that's comedy gold.

Looking out my window right now, I can tell you that it looks like we will be down at the beach this week. I can also tell you that on the Par 3 at the Albert Park golf course that runs parallel to Queens Rd, the guy on the tee hit what looked like a 6-iron and came up short and left in the front trap.