Randomly decided to go hit some balls as the range last night on the way home from work after a few old fashions with a client. Ask the starter (who’s hut is by the ball machine at the range) is she had room for a solo to jump in on the back 9. She said she has a foursome just cancel at 4:30 (I rolled up about 4:05). Perfect! Get in a small bucket to warm up my 55 year old bones and get to walk 9 on a very nice Colorado afternoon. Get to the first tee and they had paired me up with an older gentlemen (late 70s, on oxygen so he had a special cart accommodation). No problem! Let’s go dude, I’m in a good mood. Sweetest old guy ever, was assistant district attorney for Denver for a long time, lots of war stories. Get to first green and realize my putter and two wedges were gone. My son had borrowed them and didn’t put them back. Well, shit. Fuck it, I’m in a good mood, let’s try and adapt and see how I do. Use my 3 iron on the first hole and drain a 25-ft-er for birdie.…