Every spring I wander out onto the golf course wondering if AS has won this little piece of real estate. Can I, will I be able to play enough to enjoy the day and not be woefully sore for many thereafter
I am already fused to a point where its is a wonderment to me that I even can produce something that would hit the ball. Oddly as any ability I have to play diminshes my enjoyment of my diminshed achy ability increases.
SO out I went with four friends today and played a rather sad imitation of the game. It was 47 degrees, dreary and windy as could be. Lousy weather for much anything but certainly AS and golf. I had a wonderful time. Skills down anther five or six clicks. Shot an abysmal 53 on the front nine and pieced together a 44 on the back nine. Loved every second of it even though it was ... well ugly by the standards of any one who golfed much.
Funny how this thing AS (and i give it no credit) has allowed me to redefine how and where my joyous moments and victories are achieved. gonna go watch a Disney movie Lemonade mouth with three little nine year olds and there mama... another victory
Last edited by stevec; 04/16/11 12:27 AM.
