Danny and I had a return match at Buccahan this morning. It was muddy and wet and we had been playing basketball until 3:30 in the morning, so we probably weren't playing at full strength. It was ugly and even though the scorecard showed that Danny had beaten me by 4 strokes, 39 to 42, I believe I should be declared the winner. Unfortunately, my two key witnesses, known as Strata 1 and Strata 2, are swimming with the fishes.