I don't play golf. Mostly because I don't have enough money. But when I have played it is very enjoyable. I love to watch golf. It's a great way to pass time on a Sunday afternoon. I watched some golf yesterday. Sometimes, there are moments in sports that may you say, wow, I wish I could feel the way that guy feels right now, this very moment. I think about Ray Knight running to home plate the '86 World Series. I think about John Elway as he led the Broncos to a Super Bowl win over Green Bay. I think about Mark McGwire running the bases when he hit number 62. And now, I will think about Phil Mickelson's birdie on the 72nd hole to win the Masters and finally get the major 'monkey' off his back. When that putt rolled around the rim and fell, my hands went up in the air just like Phil's and the hundreds greenside. When he held his little girl and said, "Daddy won, can you believe it?" I nearly got all slobery. That folks, was a great moment in sports, but more importantly, a great moment in that man's life. Here's to you Lefty...

Women. Clint, I'm gonna tell you something that may change your world if you let it sink in. You'll never know enough about women. And everytime you learn something or think you have, imagine it as a drop in the ocean. That will keep it all in perspective and keep you from beating on yourself like Chris Farley on SNL. I've been married over 8 years now and I have learned a lot about Evette. We've had really good times and, well, if I am honest, we have had some really bad ones too. And through it all I learn more and more. But I am convinced that I will never know enough not to mess up or on the flip side, to not get my feelings hurt. It just goes with the territory.

Which leads me to Kyle, and love. It is hard to put words to what love is. And what it is not. There are different kinds and levels. There are what seems like a million other emotions wrapped up into it. But we do learn to recognize it. When I am down, and I've had a bad day, and Evette makes me laugh, I know love. When I wake up late in the morning and find my clothes pressed and laid out for me, I know love. When my five year old, Briannah, looks at me with those big brown eyes like I am the greatest man to ever live, I know love. When Ricky sits in the floor with his cars, looks up, and says "Daddy, play?" I know love. And most importantly, when I think about how rotten and awful I am, then think about what Jesus did for me anyway, I know love. I just hope that when I see all of this love around me, I learn more about how to make sure others know love.

Big ole softy, signing off.