I like to watch golf, not love it, but like it.

I also like to watch curling.

I love watching the NFL.  I even own a fantasy team, almost twenty years now.

I am a Canadian so I naturally love doughnuts.  My favourite is the walnut cruller, and my waistline shows it.

Which brings me back to golf and my new hero, Angel Cabrera.

Previously my hero was John Daly until he turned a bit strange.

Yes, I know a Canadian has won the Masters, you know, what’s his name, too skinny and in shape to take seriously.

So I have made a decision.

Tomorrow I am going to start to work out so that I can hit the golf circuit next year.  I figure I need a year to get in shape.

I am going to get up early and drive down to McDonald’s for breakfast, probably the griddle sandwich, maybe a few burritos as well.

Lunch will be doughnuts and some pop so I have the energy I need to get ready for my nightly workout.

In the evenings I plan on diligently hanging out at my local bar testing the different beers of the world.  This workout not only prepares me for golf but also makes me well rounded when discussing beer with my friends.

I figure by the end of the year I will have the necessary form to be able to hit that little ball.