Seriously? Just when I was really tiring at the overuse of that word, I awakened to the reality that while the clock read 6:38 a.m. — which was already late — my body still believed it was 5:38 a.m.
Our 7:30 a.m. tee time was now 6:30 a.m., and dark. There was no “dawn” per se, but the sky did lighten, only to reveal rain. We did the only thing we could do to salvage the morning: Adjourn to the locker room to engage in several rounds of LCR, the most mindless game ever created.