I was supposed to fly out to LA today, but that's been pushed back to next Monday (as noted in the Where's Wolinetz on the right). Instead of going into the office, I kept the day off and went and played some golf. Good times for me.

Anyway, there's going to be some significant travel over the next few months. I'm in LA beginning Monday. I'm flying out to Atlanta on the following Monday, back in the office that Thursday. On May 14th, it's off to Myrtle Beach until May 18th. I'll be in Marco Island at a conference from June 8-11. And finally, a wedding at the end of June in Barbados.

All of this is not meant to make you jealous (although you should be, and for more reasons than my travel schedule. I just rule like motherf'in King Olav V). It's merely to say that posting around these parts may be sporadic of the next little bit. If I have anything completely unimportant to say, I'll be sure to say it here.

Labels: golf, Los Angeles, ruling

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

And feeling completely refreshed after some much needed time off.

I went golfing with some buddies in Tampa, which you may know as the armpit of Florida. My understanding is that St. Pete and Clearwater are both nice places to live and visit (i.e. warm and by the beach), but the city of Tampa is one of the more ghetto medium-sized cities that I've visited, if by "ghetto" you mean "absolutely terrifying to drive through parts of." Actually, ghetto probably implies that.

We got in 5 rounds of golf, which was good times, because I enjoy the golfing. The weather was ridiculously hot and now my arms and legs are sunburned because I'm intelligent enough to put sunblock on my face, but not my legs and arms, which I use to walk and elbow people. So now, it hurts to walk a little and I can't elbow anyone.

On the flight on the way back, I sat in front of a screaming child who I'm positive will have a great career doing voice over work someday. Three rows in front of me, there was a child that projectile vomited all over the wall of the airplane. The fat guy sitting in front of me said it best when he said, "God, it fucking stinks." That about summed it up.

Labels: air travel, golf, Tampa

Some quick thoughts:

- If you're not watching The Winner yet, I hope you have a damn good reason (like being arrested for mail fraud).

- My cousin told me over the weekend that Howard Stern is imploring his listeners to ruin American Idol by voting for the worst singer on the program over and over. Now I suppose legions of retarded 22-year olds are calling to vote for Sanjaya, who gets eviscerated by the judges weekly. Has Stern completely lost his edge or what? He hasn't been listenable in like 7 years (and that's being generous), and he's nowhere near the genius that he was when I was listening to him on the local drive time on 660/WNBC all those years ago. Radio's been somewhat homogenized by a lot of things, but proliferation of syndicated radio programming has taken away all the local flavor, to the point now where Jack FM doesn't even have DJs. I'm going to start a bring back WDRE/WLIR website.

- New York Rangers. Playoffs. That is all.

- I had to miss the Shins concert this week, due to a death in my wife's family, which was a bummer on both counts. My brother and sister were there and said that the show was OK, but also a largely uninspired performance by the band. This information was disappointing. I'm going to have to find a boot of this concert online, so I can listen and review.

- The golf season begins this week. I'm flying down to Tampa to play a few rounds with some buddies. Mons Venus, here I come!

Labels: American Idol, golf, Mons Venus, New York Rangers, The Shins, The Winner