Picture taken September 4, 2008
After unexpectedly earning the admiration of Ty Webb, I have had the good fortune to see my regular golf match turned into a Frisbee golf match, wherein the disadvantage presented by my lack of thumbs will be neutralized and my mad jumping and mouth-catching skills will come to the fore. I now have every confidence that I will be back in my office before the end of the day, curled up on my egg crate bed with my favorite stuffie while undergrads queue up outside to be regaled by tales of my adventures. Let the game begin!
Having returned last week from my long sojourn in space, only to discover that my position at the university has been eliminated and my office reassigned, I am now faced with the daunting task of winning back all that I have lost … by playing the all-too-human game of golf. And unlike the time I accidentally turned flyball into a human sport, there is no way for me to fix things by changing the past. I must compete on human terms, or lose my office, my position, and my key to the faculty lounge … forever.