But I really do make my own sausage

On a radio show last week, I said I had once run a marathon in two hours and fifty-something. I was estimating. A better estimate would be two hours and one hundred-twenty-something.

The year I ran the marathon, I also broke par. Or was it 100? I can’t recall for certain. I do remember my pair of holes in one that day. I was playing Dubsdread near Chicago, or possibly the Janesville putt-putt.

The only thing more thrilling than that round was the 300 game I bowled a couple years ago. Game or series, one or the other.

Speaking of perfect games, can you believe we’ve had three of them in baseball already this year? And guess who saw all three in person?