Ill...Golf...FA Cup Final

Under the weather a bit, so this post will have to be short, I'm afraid.

Played golf today and tied Stew (the triple-bogey on the 18th did not help.) Stew was hitting his four wood like it had a stick of dynamite attacked to the club face, 250 yards a pop. At least one shot must have gone 270. A four-wood. Are you paying attention Mr. Woods?

Finally, I hearby declare that anyone who tells me the score of the FA Cup Final today will be egregiously humiliated in this space. I couldn't afford the pay per view this week ($25 - I might as well have flown to Cardiff) so I'll be watching the replay on Wednesday night. You have been warned!