Activity on this here blog has dwindled down to a drought-stricken trickle.
A lot of that is simple lack of play. I've played maybe a couple hundred hands this month and that's all. There just hasn't been any time, as my day to day life has degenerated into a routine of going to work, working on the house and hitting the golf course. It's also been hotter than blazes here the last few days, and since I have no air conditioning, motivation to do much of anything beyond sitting in front of the fan has been hard to come by.
And yet I persist. Despite the saunaesque climate, I managed to get in two rounds this weekend (84 & 76) and still did a ton of yard work. The trash people are going to love me this week -- I filled about ten of those annoying paper yard bags full of weeds, brush and other debris. I also managed to get dirtier than I've been since I was about six.
For fun, I've enjoyed reading many of the trip reports from the WPBT Live: Summer Edition. Sounds like everyone had a great time. I'm hoping I can get things together enough to go in December. Checkraising drunk cowboys with the hammer never gets old.
I've also been paying off and on attention to our blogger pals who are covering the WSOP. They're doing a great job under seriously adverse circumstances. It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest to see Harrah's cut off what's left of (free) media access next year.
Much like the WSOP, I've been reduced to following the Tour de France via the internet. While the 'net is a wonderful thing, it's not yet a full substitute for TV. Tommorow's stage is set to be the most important one of the entire tour. Anyone who says they've got it all figured out is nuts. Also this weekend is the British Open, which in addition to being wide open is also broadcast at the perfect time (for me at least) ... in the morning. I can laze around and still have all afternoon to do useless productive crap.
Busy, busy, busy. What ever am I going to do when football season gets here ?!