If you ever have trouble falling asleep, let me know and I'll give you my dad's phone number. Ask him about his golf game. You'll be asleep in minutes. There are not many things more boring than golf. Hearing someone talk about their day of golf is one of those things. I love the man, but sheesh. No story can be a good one when it ends with "... then I sank the putt from about 6 feet away." Perhaps if there was a gator or bear attack that interrupted the tee shot or something, it would be a good story. Especially if it was the Labatt's Blue Bear and he showed up with a cooler and three slutty drunk chicks.