If you’re reading my blog for the first time, you’re probably wondering why I’d post about being so happy to play golf. Well for the last 13 days, I’ve had back spasms from hell. Ever wonder what it would feel like if someone stabbed you in the lower spine with an ice pick? Just ask me.
Today I played a complete round of golf for the first time since July 16th or 19 days. That is an eternity for a golf addict who is used to playing 4-5 times per week. That’s the equivalent of Obama going two sentences without the word “change” in one. In other words, a long freakin’ time.
Though my round today was a high score, I don’t care. I played golf and finished without having to crawl home.
Tomorrow I’ll be happily playing golf with my close golf buddies. My pal Marius from sumi-g wants to take my money. He can have it. I’ll just be happy to play.
My back recovery is coming along, but much slower than usual. This last tweak was very bad. I’ve had numerous occasions where stabbing pains and spasms literally caused me to yell or groan. Sitting is not fun. I get very stiff and have to move around to loosen up after sitting for even 5-10 minutes.
While watching Tiger and the final round of the Buick, I’ve been going outside during commercials and making some light golf swings in my bare feet. These are the first swings I’ve attempted since the 21st of July.
I feel okay but very scared to really go for one. I’m going to just keep easing myself into the swings.
Tiger is now on the 18th fairway, with a three shot lead. I’m thinking of strapping on my gear and heading to the range to hit some easy shots and see if I can do it.
This last tweak of my back was a bad one. One of the worst in years. I have an extremely high pain threshold and this one nearly had me on my knees a bunch of times.
Usually after one week I’m fine to make some swings and play a few golf holes. I’d hoped I could make my league appearance today, to continue my moneylist leading season. Unfortunately my back has other plans for me, which would include doing nothing.
Now I’m wondering if I’ll even be able to play my regular Thursday game. My buddy Marius may not get a shot at taking more cash from me.
I just got a great text message from a golf pal of my named Bryant.
Bryant is an Iraq war veteran who was nearly killed by a road side bomb. He’s been through a lot of pain and damage to his body as a result. He has a new passion for golf.
He’s playing in a benefit tournament right now, details of which I’m not fully informed. He’s playing with, and being coached by Butch Harmon! He didn’t even know who Butch was when he texted me so I let him know that Butch has coached some moderately famous golfers like Tiger Woods and Phil Mickelson.
Bryant could use some good coaching now, as he’s new to the game. It would be good for Butch to start him off right, instead of Bryant learning a bunch of bad habits.
More details to come…
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.