With space at a premium, allow me to waste it by talking about sports. Why the obsession with Terrell Owens' drug interactions? Because football is boring! The time has finally come to put the wide receivers on donkeys. And this weekend, I played Idaho's newest championship golf course, Osprey Meadows at Tamarack. What the hell is that thing? I had sworn off golf forever by the third hole. By 9, I felt like the character in that Far Side cartoon who is on Jeopardy against God. On 12, I threw my three wood so far, it almost nailed Steffi Graf in the knee.
There, I almost feel like a real boy.