As I sit here, I look out upon my front lawn.  It’s raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock, and I’ve rarely been more happy to see it.  You see, the PGA is having a tournament about a mile from my home, it’s been darn near impossible to easily get out of my neighborhood onto the main road for almost a month, and this rain is going to make the chasers of the little white ball miserable.

Me?  I’m just sitting here under my nice dry roof, sipping a cup of coffee, and smiling an evil little smile.