Rico Amore Presents

After ball in hand, it was all over but the cryin'.

Diagram One

Last night's match at home against Side Pocket showcased some amazing shot making. After winning my first three games, I found myself looking a run-out dead in the hole to go 4-0. A tremendous long-rail bank set up a nearly impossible short-rail bank on the two into the side. Had it gone, it would have set up an easy eight ball in the corner (see diagram 1). The effort was there, but the shot failed to reach its grand fortress of solitude. My formidable opponent soon expelled the surface of his designated spheres leaving me dejected and facing an ignominous defeat. With one stroke of luck, he missed his shape leaving nothing. It was, in fact, lucky for him to get a clean hit on his ball. Instead, he saved his luck for the leave and handed me some wicked piece of bullshit (see diagram 2) . I made a clean hit, but nothing after found a rail and I gave up ball-in-hand. I won game five to go 4-1 (.677). The End.

Here is my homeboy Mart. He barely missed the bunker! We played PJ yesterday and it was friggin cold! Sing the "Shit, Fuck, Brrr" song to the tune of "Three blind mice" and you'll have an idea of how cold it was. The high - if you can call it that - got to a whopping 32 degrees. At one point in the round I couldn't feel my chin. This photo is clearly from a different day. Anyway, we were almost attacked by a flock of geese and had to play our last hole in total darkness. It was still fun. What? Oh, I shot a 47 swinging in a heavy winter coat. The week before I shot an amazing 36 with only slightly better conditions. I love Colorado golf in November!

Now

It was a magnificent day. The sun was obscured by clouds; the breeze was always at my back. I hit a few good drives, some decent irons, made some putts. Nothing too bad until the one shot that hit a wildebeest in the ass. He never saw it coming. "Just another day confined to a cage," Alex thought, I could be out getting som..." "OUCH!" he screamed out loud, "What the fu% was that? I just got shot in the ass with a gotdam golf ball." The other wildebeests just laughed.

Hi, is this you? Good, I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. So, how've you been? Well... Max is fine. The food started to leave him alone after a while. I guess it felt sorry for him, but he's still the black tornado. I guess the biggest news right now is my first losing night in league. Thus far, I was shooting an a amazing .778 I had one of those feelings before the match even started. It was the last night of Conferences at school, so I was already tired, hungry, and sorta' pissed. I show up late, wait, then lose to my first opponent. I went 2-3 for the night, but having only lost three times in twenty games - then losing three times in just a few hours, man it sucked. It wasn't just me, the team lost in the 1st game of the fifth set. But, it was fun. This one old dude was auto-freakin-matic, banks, combos, masses, safe shots - everything was perfect. The best part was that it started a four day weekend. I think some people don't know how mammoth

At a point in the near future kids will grow up without knowing what a real tree looks like. One day a man will have an advertisement on the moon. Today I picked a flower and got arrested.

The past few weeks I have been living out my dream. No, it's not being a professional root beer taster. No, it's not a stunt man. No, well, you get the idea - I have been the assistant golf coach for the high school. Fuckin' A - the feeling I get when someone says, "Hey coach" is freakin sweet. And, my game has gotten better. It truly is my dream come true. There is one problem, about five of the kids are better than me - by a lot. Oh, well! The other poor saps are grinding away at work while I am working on my kids' swing, watching them putt, helping them with course management - whatever. It rocks.

To everything there is a season. This includes tearing shit down and spittin' on it and rebuilding. enjoy