I've got gas...

So Rachel's dad calls me at around 6:30 tonight and says "We got a tee-time at Meadows Farms tomorrow morning at 9:00 AM". I giggled politely and nervously in hopes that he was kidding about the time, but not about the fact he had a tee time for us. Well he was balls on serious. But here's the kicker, Meadows Farms is about a 80 mile drive, which means we're all meeting up over at Rachel's parents at 7:15 in the AM. Dear lord...

And of course, the night time cold medicine I took about an hour ago hasn't kicked in yet. I'm wide awake, and I have gas from the Mexican food we had for dinner. How will this affect my golf game? I'm about to find out in a few hours.

Yankees are on quite a roll. They've hit a weak portion of their schedule, and have been beating up on the Orioles and Devil Rays the way they should be. Red Sox have lost 2 in a row, and the Yankees have won 6 in a row and have jumped into first place. Booyah!!!!

I was watching a Blues Traveler concert earlier and John Popper looks so bizarre. I think some people are meant to be overweight. He sounds exactly the same when he sings, and he is no way a skinny man, but he looked so much cooler when he was heavy. Same goes for Al Roker, he looks bizarre as a thinner man. His head looks like it's out of proportion with his body. The guy I would love to see lose about 150 pounds is Ted Kennedy. With that giant potato head of his, he would look a frigging bobble head!

Oh man, I need some Gas X or Beano or something...