(from Episode 156, "The Summer of George")
George: "I'm really going to do something with these three months."
Jerry: "Like what?"
George: "I'm gonna read a book From beginning to end. In that order."
Jerry: "I've always wanted to do that."
George: "And I'm gonna play frolf."
Jerry: "You mean golf?"
George: "No, Frolf. Frisbee golf, Jerry. Golf, with a frisbee. This is gonna be my time. Time to taste the fruits and let the juices drip down my chin. proclaim this, the summer of George!"
I went running yesterday. There were several hotties walking/running in the park as well. Mentioned this to a friend of mine yesterday and she asked, "Did you pick up your pace and display perfect posture until you were safely out of their sight?" Well, of course! And I thought I was the only person who did that.
But enough about running and hotties and dodging old ladies walking. On to the important stuff. As I made my way around the second turn of the track, I noticed something new in the meadow. I suspected what it might be. But I wasn't for sure. (If you're thinking a special doggie surprise right about now, well good guess. But no, not this time.) As I continued running, I noticed others. And they were all numbered! I made a mental note of the objects. Then today, I googled what I thought them to be. And this is what I found:
Do you have any idea what this is? Any idea!? That's right my friends. Just as I suspected. It's Frolf! Frisbee golf! They've put up an 18 hole course! Here! In my town! You have no idea how happy this makes me. I'm bursting, Jerry! I'm bursting!
I wonder if there's a league, or if anyone can play. I've got to call and find out. I want to get up a game. Not this weekend though, I need a day or two to decompress. Get one of those recliners with a mini-fridge built in the side. Maybe The White Shadow will be on tonight.
Welcome, my friends, to the winter of Bone...
"Daddy was a veteran, a southern Democrat. They oughta get a rich man to vote like that..."