I’m golf blogging from my favorite restaurant, sipping a refreshing “beverage” and listening to a jazz piano player playing “Mona Lisa.” My buddy who owns the place just showed me his knee, which he messed up last week during our weekly golf competition. Its bad. He’s limping and can’t lift his leg up without the help of his arm. It isn’t looking like he’ll be attempting to win back the $8.00 I acquired from him last week any time soon. I suggested that my pal look up Dr. Rosenberg up in Park City, Tiger Woods’ knee doctor.
My Tuesday men’s league pal hurt his back. This guy is a super die hard. For him to tell me he can’t play means he is in a ton of pain.
Looks like the world of my golf buddies is crumbling around me. I better watch my step, not lift anything heavy, and definitely no quick movements.
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