At some point on the back nine at the Camp Pendleton golf course with my father and uncle, I had to wonder, "People do this for fun?" Yeah, I had a couple of great hits, but for the most part, I shanked and sliced all the live-long day. I need to hit the driving range and learn to trust my swing and to trust the club. I still approach each shot as if I'm playing baseball, wanting to wipe the tar off the ball and give a slight uppercut to try and will it over a fence. In fact, I'd even go as far as to go Bret Boone style and flip the golf club after each tee. But in order to do that, I'd have to start hitting well.

It was my first long drive with the interlock device installed, and I have to say that it's not that bad. Sure, it's moderately embarassing and slightly inconvenient, but I through the course of the 200-mile drive down the coast, I had to re-breathalyze a total of 3 times. So including the one to start the car, that adds up to less than a minute of actual embarassment and inconvenience.

My life isn't that rough. I mean, I may be on probation, but I'm on probation in a Lexus.