The Fool Who Ripped His (Her) Pants

This happens to be one of my favorite Sponge Bob episodes. Who knew it would ring so true in my own life?

Today I ripped my pants on hole #8 at Logan River... Not just a tiny rip either, but the mother of all top to bottom rips. The kind of rip that leaves nothing to the imagination and rings out like some huge explosion. You should have been there, it was pretty dang funny. Thanks Stacey, Holly and Leslee for watching my back on the way into the clubhouse.

At least today I have a reason for golfing in the sixties. Where or where have my putting skills gone, oh where oh where can they be?