It's that time of year again. Although the golf season really picks up in March, the Masters truly represents the escalation of the season into full swing. For you, this probably means nothing (or very little). To me, it means more things to do at work and even less time to make sure that I do all of those little things that I like to do, like eat lunch and go to the bathroom.

However, this weekend turned out to be a good one. I went down to Atlantic City to play some golf and lose some money. I only did one of those things (play golf). I also won some money. Take that, Donald Trump! And amazingly, in my first round of the year, I broke 100. Granted, it was 99, but it's better than you, so suck it.

It's difficult for me to talk intelligently about the Rangers game last night, so here are the three things that I hate most in that game (in reverse order):

3) Blair Betts' stick
2) Brendan Shanahan's stick
1) Marc Staal's stick

That's right: the Rangers put three deflected pucks in their own net. And before I go to Best Buy to replace the television that I shot out last night, I should say that it's a good thing I sold those tickets. If I was there, I would have been so disgusted that an area Devils fan would have borne the brunt of my frustration.

Anyway, hopefully back to a normal posting schedule this week.

Labels: Atlantic City, golf, New York Rangers