Golf

Sometimes days like this need no words to describe them. Sometimes (and I'm pretty sure this can only be said about LA; especially if we're talking about the day after Thanksgiving) a day of golf can be better than just a day of golf. This happened to be the only picture I have of this perfect day of golf with my Dad, my son Benicio, some old friends and the best weather money can buy (about mid 70's with no hint of wind if you're playing at home). This was my Dad's second shot from the middle of the fairway at the 6th hole (my ball's about 20 yards ahead; again, if you're playing at home) and as you can see Benicio is as enthralled as Pops. Hate to reiterate the obvious but it really doesn't get much better... and if it does, I'll probably have a snap-shot of it on this blog soon.