My boss, Tony, and I recapped this weekend in golf this morning at work. And for a while, it was going great. But then he started talking about how he slices and hooks and cuts and I tuned him out. I'm surprised he didn't see my eyes glaze over. I guess he doesn't totally get the whole I'm a viewer, not a player thing. Anyway, with work being really sucky at the moment, I've now got it in my head that I could move to Florida, where my sister lives, and get a job at the World Golf Village. If I can listen to Tony's golf stories, I should be great working around golf fanatics all day long. LOL!