Golf is not my game . . .

. . . especially when it involves my brother.

As I mentioned in my last post, my brother qualified for the Iowa High School Golf Tournament. Today was the first day of play and since I have no "real" job at the moment, I headed down to Ankeny to watch him play.

I'm not the loud, super excitable type, but when my brother (or my sister for that matter) does something cool - I get pretty ecstatic about it. So the whole round, I'm holding back when all I really want to do is yell and scream: "Go Dan!" And run up to him and pat him on the back, or rub his shoulders just to encourage him. But I'm so afraid I'm going to say something to screw up his focus - or worse: get him disqualified! that I find it best to just shut my mouth. Oh, and contact? Yeah, it's illegal!

Despite my frustrations, My brother is doing pretty well. He shot a 78 on a 71 par (18-hole) course, and is tied for the 13/14th spot in the state. We'll see what happens tomorrow!

Way to go, Stallion!