My effort to maintain a zen-like state while playing with the Stooges has been delayed. When I arrived for the skins game I learned that this was the final game for the Cotton Baron before his return to Lubbock for the summer, and the wind began to blow (gusts to around 35) in his honor. I decided to roll with the punches and let myself become immersed in tough golf in the wind and heckling the Baron. I’ll return to my zen quest in a future round.