ONLY 51 WEEKS TO GO

IT WOULD PROBABLY BE EASIER TO GIVE UP SEX. I've resorted to dreaming about the game. And it feels like cheating. Even my morning run along the course gives me tinges of guilt. Particularly when I check out the pin position, choose a club in my mind, tee up a virtual ball and begin my backswiSTOP! This can't be right. Like Jimmy Carter, I have lust in my heart. Only it's for a damn game. Please don't tell my wife.