Yesterday, I joined my buddies repast and drjekyll for a round of sporting clays. The important thing is that I had fun, right? Well, I had lots of fun. I even broke a true pair, which I was pretty impressed with. That counted for two of the nine clays I broke in all. Out of fifty. That's right -- eighteen percent. Pretty crummy, but it was still fun.

I did learn that if you yell like a hillbilly when you break a clay, it's a lot of fun for everyone.