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I’ve now withdrawn from a tournament I desperately wanted to play in tomorrow.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.
Today was to be a league day, 18 holes. Then this afternoon while my boy was in golf camp I’d be on the range tweaking my swing for a couple of hours. That isn’t going to happen.
Shot a “2” today
On the par-5 first hole today I hit two shots. While approaching my 3rd shot my back went out. I had to quit and now I’m at home on pain killers, rolling around on Miracle Balls hoping to untweak myself.
I have Scoliosis which is a birth defect in the spine. If I lift heavy things or strain my back, a nerve pinches and I’m in severe pain for about a week. The pain can get so bad that I’m not even able to put my socks on.
Sometimes it can take a day or two for the injury to surface after I’ve strained my back. This past weekend I lifted heavy things, and I rode a bunch of roller coasters at an amusement park. One or both of those combined sealed my fate 48 hours later.
There’s no “good” timing for a golfer’s back to go out. But this week it is really bad. Saturday is a tournament I’m already signed up for. My home course hosts the city amateur every year. I’ve missed this tourney since day one and finally my schedule allowed me to be there. I could certainly place in the money in this event, but now it isn’t looking good.
Last week my men’s league had “ladies day” which is where all the men play from the ladies or red tees.
Lowest score other than mine was a 70. My score? 65! I found my true calling in golf and crushed the field by five shots! And I even bogeyed a par five. I had two eagles in a row and had a five footer for a 3rd but lipped out…
I’m proud to be ladies’ day champ. Look out Michelle Wie…
Just got an email from one of my long time golf buddies, Dave. He and my other golf buddy Dan were playing last night. They had some issues with a goose. I’ll just post the whole email here:
Get this…Dan & I start playing front 9 @ 7:15 pm Sat.
At Dan’s 2nd shot, he hits a screaming, skulled, grounder into the neck of a goose (that was laying down amongst about 15 geese). Immediately, we can see the neck is broken, but the goose isn’t dead. In an effort to be humane, Dan tries to kill it off by wringing its neck, but no dice, it will not die. I take my soaked golf towel and wrap it around the goose’s mouth and nostrils to smother/suffocate it, but no dice again, it won’t die. While I am smothering it, Dan takes out a pocket knife and cuts it’s head off. It died. We then brought the goose to the area of the foxes den on #1 so they could have an easy meal.
Lots of guys can hunt with guns. Some guys hunt with archery. Dan beats ’em all. He can hunt with hybrids.
FYI, Dan was pretty upset that he killed a goose. I was fine with it…Less goose crap to step in now.
I’m with Dave. Less goose crap is good.
On the range before the father/son tournament this morning I’m hitting wedge shots. The guy hack behind me is hitting drivers. He hits a “directionally challenged” a.k.a. sideways shot which hit me right in the left butt cheek. We’re talking about a guy hitting a full swing shot off his driver which hits me in the ass from 4-5 feet.
I turned around and looked at the guy and said “Um, that hurt” in a very dry nonchalant manner. He was sorry and embarassed, as he should have been.