Leaguers to Date

The sign up sheets, as of right now, are posted at our website.

Tuesday League

Senior League

Community League

Here at the golf course, it is cold and windy. Guess I'll go home and get in Diane's hair.

Go Golf, Friends and Neighbors

Picture: Something grandson Lucas put together at the clubhouse one day last year while waiting for Dad to finish up on the course. He used our "write-on erase board" along with erasable markers. We love it.

Later on today I'll be posting and sending out to those of you on our email list our current signees for league play. Yes, we start next week, weather permitting. And, yes, we want more to sign up - still room. (Community League starts in mid May - reminder.)

Other stuff:

Pat Summitt surprised each of her assistants with a little post season gift: a Mercedes SLK 280 roadster. How nice it is.

Masters has started and Tom Watson and Tim Clark were leading at -1. Tiger tees off at 1:52. Eastern time? Probably. (You ready to go to Eastern time? Be able to play till 10pm during the summer here. That's cool.)

British sailors, recently Iranian captives, heading home. Wonder how many people remembered the year long forced residence of all those Americans , the Iranian Hostage crisis, back in 1979? Bad year for Jimmy Carter.

Hope you didn't miss NOVA on Tuesday night. You would have gotten to know the cuttlefish and it's habits to some extent. Did you know that they breed and die? The eggs are laid and fertilized and the adults are then sent packing having done their job of making the next generation. All nature here, no nurture. I wonder if those adult cuttlefish choosing restraint get to live longer? Heard on your local cuttlefish tv station: "Want to live longer? Just say no." Ah, abstinence. Offers more than one would think, at least in the cuttlefish domain. Another one of our fellow life forms, forgotten ancestor, remembered.

Cool and windy and the goldfinch are just outside the window here, having tea and crumpets.

Herstory is History

Picture: More Loogootee Brickwork (while I was out and about earlier today)

Pat Summitt gets her 947 win and 7th NCAA championship. Wow, that is impressive, all those wins, all those years. More than likely our first 1000 game winning coach.

Grandma Pelosi making a name for herself and ruffling the feathers of some of our other government leaders.

No women playing at the Masters this week; expect it won't be long before one does. The good and ambitious young lady golfers will follow Michele Wie's lead and ask "why not?" The PGA Tour is for the best golfers in the world either gender; the LPGA is a "ladies" tour, that is what the "L" stands for. Golf is one of the few sports where women can compete with men. Go for it, ladies.

Windy, wet and cold. Golf course is closed. I've been busy with taxes and recycling. Oh, and the movies were very good last night - we got in a double header: Match Play and The Talented Mr. Ripley, both thrillers with Hicthcockian flavors.

We've got Weather!

Radar image from Wunderground.com.

Eric did some mowing this morning, most of the morning. I was going to get on the big tractor and do some more this evening but Mother Nature has intervened. Guess Diane and I will be forced to watch a movie instead. Darn the luck.

One week till Men's League starts. A week and a few days and the Senior League gets going.

National Champs

Picture: on the way home.

Florida - wow! I'm impressed. Imagine it'll be a few year before we see a repeat champion not to mention a double champ in football and basketball not to mention the championship games being played between the same two schools. Odds, please. Oden was brilliant. Gators were brilliant. Speaking of rare events in team sports, don't forget the achievements of the Oregon-Davis Boys and Girls basketball teams this year, each bringing home the state trophy.

On Saturday's scramble: Curt Johnson, older gentleman on the team of young men, adds comments to my write-up: Old Guys Rock. Check it out. Thanks, Curt.

Lot of grass cut out at the golf course today. More scheduled to be shortened tomorrow. Lots of golfers today - lots of nice during the day for golfers to enjoy.

Mowing them down one by one

Picture of Eric as a youngster.

Man Eric is presently out on the course mowing a whole bunch of long grass. Lots of wet still on the course as well as lots of tall green stuff. Tees and greens are lovely.

The ladies had fun yesterday out at the Kraft Nabisco: the golf gods kept mowing them down one by one with the last one left standing an 18 year old teenager who had finished her bogey free round a full hour in front of the last group and four shots from the lead - Morgan Pressel. Spunky teen who went for the traditional victory swim with her caddy and her grandma - cool picture of the three of them having a ball - go see.

Big basketball game tonight. Did you forget?

Next Saturday's Manager's Scramble will start at nine; make plans now. I wouldn't mind a rematch with the Trenton gang but lets do that in addition to a 16-20 player scramble.

All Fools' Day

Go here for all you ever wanted to know about April Fools' Day. Help celebrate this day of foolery by engaging in some outrageous bit of warm hearted merriment; suggestion: head to the golf course and surprise everyone by getting a weird and wacky hole-in-one. Go here for Lakeview's Hole-in-One Club stories.

Buckeyes and Gators get to play one more game; Georgetown and UCLA take a seat. Conley and Oden don't lose while Florida looks unbeatable. Eric is picking Florida by ten plus points - you remember he, along with a whole bunch of other people, even the seeding crew, picked these two to end up in the finals. Of note: Georgetown's bench went scoreless - wow. Poor Bruins - stuck on eleven titles - bring back John Wooden, the Wizard.

Lorena Ochoa whiffs a flop shot at the Kraft Nabisco. Ouch.

Bubba the Bomber leads by three in Houston. I liked it better earlier yesterday when there were five golfers tied for the lead.

The sun is shining; temperature is 74; light breeze. Good day for fooling around at the golf course.