Sunday was just barely nice enough for a game of bocce in Touhy Park. Eric and I mounted an impressive comeback, leaving Justin and Dylan to wonder where everything went wrong.

We started off playing by a legitimate set of rules, but ended up developing a sort of bocce golf. Someone would whip the boccino very far away, and we would get two turns to get near it, kind of like a par 2. We also decided that it's more interesting to throw over trees and blast into fences than just rolling the balls. I had a ton of work I was supposed to be doing, but decided bocce was more important.

Then I went home and made tacos.