Ok…
But, I have a story… I’ll keep it long:
Last week I decided to start playing golf again.
Carol went with me to watch.
Hole #1 – double bogie
Hole #2 – bogie
Hole #3 – par
Hole #4…
Par 3 – 7 iron
Swung with all my might, just like I used to do
Perfect contact – I could feeeeel it!
Then on my follow-through…
My left hip crashed…
I didn’t even get to see where the ball went.
I hobbled back to the cart
Carol says, “do you want me to call 9-11?”
I said, “no way, I gotta see where the ball landed”!
Drove down to the green – parked far from green.
Hobbled up to the green
I finally saw the ball
About 10 feet away from the hole
I could hardly stand up, so I putted with all my weight on the right side.
Crap! I missed the birdie!
Gotta par.
Then Carol made me drive home…




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