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Live your own life
The absurdity of what I was contemplating hit me as I was stair-mastering away at the athletic club this afternoon, watching a TV that was showing Tiger Woods finish the ninth hole at the NEC Invitational. For some reason I’ve started to enjoy watching televised golf tournaments. I hope this isn’t a sign that I’ve got a brain tumor. There’s no rational reason to play the game—it’s expensive, eighteen holes takes forever, you get minimal exercise—much less watch it. But I started thinking that maybe I should cut my usual routine at the club short so I could get home…
