Mike Wachs gave me this great date idea: buy a putter at a thrift store, get some golf balls and a flashlight, and go to an abandoned golf course. Not a bad idea.

What he forgot to include was the part about all of the holes not having a border around the green. It was chaos. The balls went into the bushes and there was rebar sticking up everywhere. My date stubbed her toe at least a dozen times. Real romantic, Mike. Come to think of it, he didn’t even tell me about the date idea, Joe had to tell me.

So Mike, Thanks for nothing.