I played golf this morning -- the early sun took the chill off the night time air. There were no clouds in the high light blue sky. The grass was covered with dew; so, the fairways shimmered in the morning sunshine.
It's disconcerting when swinging. I feel as if the muscles just below my right shoulder blade are rippling over each other and popping like cracking knuckles -- perhaps, if I had attended the "Bodies" exhibit, I would be able to describe the location so that you might understand better.
I'm sure that I will be back to normal in a week or so. One of the annoying side effects of crashing on my Vespa just over a month ago is the unfortunate increase in my golf scores in the last couple weeks over what I had been scoring prior to the crash. I was flirting with par before the crash, but I have been struggling the last couple weeks to figure out where the golf ball is going after I hit it -- it is not going to where I am aiming. I am happy to just be able to play, however.
A friend asked me during the week about where I was playing Saturday morning; and when I invited him to join us for our standard 8 a.m. tee time, he harumphed his displeasure with the course's average slope rating (a measure of the difficulty of the course) and relatively flat landscape and declined. He doesn't feel that he will be sufficiently challenged. I think that he ought to keep his mouth shut until he can beat me once in his lifetime. Then he can criticize the course at which I play every Saturday morning.
It was a nice touch this morning when the owner of the course met us at the ninth green to drive us -- we believe in walking instead of riding in golf carts -- over to the 10th tee. He had a couple large events being held on the 36-hole layout and wanted to make sure that we would get finished in our customary 3 and 1/2 hours.
That's service. And one of the reasons we come back each week.
Posted by Bill at September 18, 2010 04:42 PMI didn't realise you'd had an accident - does that mean I fell asleep at the back of the class? I hope that all is mending as well as it should.
Golf sounds very attractive reading your first paragraph.
Posted by: Anji at September 19, 2010 04:55 AMWe are retired and enjoy playing golf, traveling and meeting up with friends. I always bring along my electric golf caddy, it lets me play this great game and get some exercise at the same time. My remote electric golf caddy is like my 15th club.
Posted by: Golfalot at September 19, 2010 11:01 AMMy dad (in his 80th year) has recently begun riding the course instead of walking. This is mostly due to dizziness he experiences due to some blood pressure stuff he has going on in the past few years (and I think because his first heart attack 20 years ago was on a golf course and the newer dizziness has brought that back to mind). He was riding along about 5 weeks ago when the driver ("always drives too fast") hit a rather large bump on the fairway and sent my dad into the air. When he came back down on the seat, he was pretty certain he might have cracked something in his hip.
Mom "made" him go get checked out. As it turned out, it was internal bruising which would heal and stop hurting in about four weeks. He continued his weekly golfing throughout. But he informed his buddy that he drives the cart too fast, just like he drives his car. I'm not sure they're golfing together anymore as a result.
So walking/riding... it's all a hazard. Keep your vespa off the course, dude. ;-)
Posted by: Keri at September 20, 2010 04:44 PM