Did you see that long eight hole playoff yesterday, at the Travelers? UGA alum Harris English finally sank a birdie putt to win. Poor kid who lost was trying to secure a spot on tour for next year.
Some people keep careful track of so many things over the years. I have my calendars and this blog and yearly calendar spreadsheets where I track certain things – what we ate for supper, which tie I wore, etc. When the kids came along I kept a record of what they did. Ask me what I was doing on a particular day for the past 35 years, and there’s a good chance I can tell you. Hurt knows – in January 1985 it was “went to mall, bought gloves.”
Now the Peachtree Road Race is only once a year. If you run it every year, and you know what year you started, it should be easy to track how many you’ve run, right? This will be my 34th Peachtree (35 if I run both Saturday and Sunday). I can tell you my time, what I wore, and who I ran with for every year.
Years ago this guy I know hadn’t run as many Peachtrees as me (his initials are, oh, I'd better not say). He had posted right there on Facebook how many he’s run, a number less than I had. His words. Makes sense, he’s younger than me. Then one year he’s telling everyone on social media that he’s run a number more than I have. Every year the number grown. He didn’t run last year due to his knee replacement surgery. Get’s my goat.
Friday: assisted with the installation of a new mailbox. Ate takeout from The Golden Nugget. Since I’m allergic to seafood, I ordered a burger, and was pleasantly surprised. Also a baked potato. C got grilled shrimp.
Got to sleep late Saturday morning, well past nine. Assisted with getting the deck pressure washed. Also did laundry. Later we turned on the golf, and I took a nap.
Went to a wedding shower. Met the groom for the first time. Delicious dinner spread: BBQ sandwiches, meatballs, chicken salad croissants, cole slaw, fruit kebobs, key lime cupcakes.
Sunday: slept past nine. Listened to Louie preach. Publix. C went inside and I walked Winnie. Had to stop for gas. Went to one of those super stations with lots of pumps, and when we pulled in we were literally the only car getting gas. As I pumped the gas a few more cars pulled in. When we left I realized why – the station down the street was ten cents cheaper. Cars were waiting in line there. Dang it, I could’ve saved a dollar.
We visited Joel & Charles Norman’s Bellwood Coffee in East Atlanta Village, the new trendy spot a mile east of the zoo. Just missed meeting Charles’ new baby Pete, who had gone to church for the first time earlier in the day. Joel said Saturday was their grand opening, and they were packed. Business was brisk while we were there as well.
Officially met Joel’s wife for the first time. She said they’d met several of the old SPdL gang at a shower recently: Scot Wright, David Deeter, and Ed & Martha Bond. They were all telling Steve Norman stories. I think the Deeter’s daughter lives near them.
Went home and crashed. C went to the grocery. I watched that playoff, which was still on when C got back. Later we had chicken stir fry and English peas.
Got two team members on vacation this week, plus it’s month end, so it will be a busy week.
Prediction: there will be a death at this year’s Peachtree Road Race. Hope it isn’t me.
Where are they now: former Falcons kicker Mick Luckhurst.
https://www.thefalcoholic.com/2021/6/26/22547327/forgotten-falcons-mick-luckhurst
FELIX HERNANDEZ [B-R Bio] was the first 21st century pitcher to toss a shutout in the majors before his twenty-first birthday, on 28-Aug-06. He was 20 yrs & 142 days old. His home run accounted for four runs batted in: GS HR on 23-Jun-2008. It was the first grand slam by a pitcher in 37 years. He sprained his ankle while covering home plate on a wild pitch in the same game, landing him on the disabled list.
Jason Whitlock’s letter to black America, explaining the real purpose of made for TV conflict.
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