Golf again....you're kidding?

I can’t believe that the last couple of weeks have been void of any new physical disasters, no additional broken teeth or bones, no added arthritic pains:  just the same old ones.  Didn’t even fall down or up the stairs once in all that time, hooray!  After escaping all of those potential disasters for so long I just knew  something would happen to screw up that painless record. 

That something was me saying yes to playing golf in a charity tournament this past Friday.  For some strange reason my brain had a brief short circuit and when I was challenged by my son and two of my son-in-laws to add my name to their foursome entry in a charity golf tournament I actually said yes. Well, since that happened a few weeks ago, all I’ve been able think about was how and why I could be that stupid and how terrible we play when the day came.

As it turned out the day was a delight.  Weather was great and we pretty much decided that we would just go out there and enjoy the occasion.  It was a great opportunity to spend some quality time with family and get a chance to watch some of the most ridiculous golf shots ever performed.  The fact that we had carts and the tournament was a scramble tournament (everyone hits from the spot where the best shot lays) made it possible for this “old guy” to actually finish eighteen holes of golf.  We were bad, but not the worst.  We ended with only one birdie and shot three over par but were not last as we ended up beating two or three other foursomes.  From a personal stand point I did have a few decent shots and a couple of nice putts, but more importantly I survived.

Mr. Pain wants to be the star today and though I’ve asked my buddy Tylenol to help me get rid of him he’s not getting the job done.  I think it’s time for the recliner and some shut eye……maybe I can dream him away.