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January 18, 2005

Reason to Live #764: The Cup

Some back-home buddies of mine - Jim, Scott and Doug - and I have a long-standing tradition. For pennies on the dollar, we bought a cheap plastic trophy which we lovingly refer to as "The Cup."

Whenever all four of us are available to golf together, we put The Cup up for grabs. The winner writes his name and the date on the golf ball he used at 18, drops it in the trophy cup, and gets to keep possession of the sought-after award until we play again. Since I moved to Youngstown, there hasn't been much cup action.

Doug, who is good at golf (at least compared to the rest of us), is the current Cup holder. I actually won the inaugural cup event despite having to overcome some late scorekeeping shenanigans by Jim, and everyone has had the cup in their possession at least once.

I sure would like to get my hands on the Cup. Of course, the two big strikes against me are (1) not having played since 2003 and (2) cancer. So let me deal with those two things first, then we'll see.

I suspect that when I'm healthy I'll have an advantage: producing and raising children has no-doubt left all three of my competitors fatter and lazier than ever, while by way of contrast I have lost 85 pounds in the last year.

Watch your back, Doug.

Watch your back.

Posted by Dan at January 18, 2005 11:00 AM

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I would have gotten away with it if it had not been for you meddling kids and that stupid dog of yours!

Posted by: Jim at January 18, 2005 10:29 PM

I thought that comment might draw you out of hiding!

Posted by: Big Dan at January 19, 2005 04:30 PM

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