My gamer has been doing yeoman's duty since coming out of detention hall a few years back. Apparently it is time for a refresher, some dark-lonely time at the back of the close for Mr. Anser while the mallet sees a bit of sunshine and fresh air. Terri and I walked nine yesterday evening. I coughed up a 42 with a double and four, three-putt bogeys, and missing two six-footers for birdie. Sometimes you just gotta shake up the bag. Clubs start getting complacent.