The bad back is improving. It has improved from “unbearable to the point of nearly passing out” pain, to “excruciating.” This is good. Hopefully soon it will improve to “hurts really f&*king bad.”
Unfortunately it isn’t close to being well enough to swing a golf club, unless I’m up for the “dropping to my knees in pain since the back feels like someone jabbed an ice pick in my spine” feeling. That’s a good one.
I’ve now withdrawn from a tournament I desperately wanted to play in tomorrow. The city amateur is at my home course, a super tough and hazard ridden track. I’ve never played in the am here due to scheduling issues. This year I even changed around my travel and personal schedule so I’d be in town for it. This course demolishes players who haven’t played there much, so my chances of being in the money would have been great. My chances of winning would be next to nothing though because my pal Tyson, who is the #1 amateur in the state, will be playing and that is his home course too.
I don’t recommend anyone hang around me for a few days. I’m not exactly in a good mood.