Since both the orthopedic surgeon and the physical therapist told Carol that golf would NOT do any damage to her rotator cuff tear, we (including Ruth) played a round today.
No, we did NOT “play around.” We played a round. As in, 18 holes of golf. (That’s for all of you who love double entendres, and were already salivating as you prepared to hit the comment link and make nasty cracks about me and Ruth playing around. I could see you all out there, ready to do that! Well, one of you anyway.)
Carol actually played pretty well. She played especially well considering her sore arm (causing her to swing easier than usual) and the fact that we last played on our vacation in Georgia a month ago. (We last played golf a month ago. Whether or not we’ve “played around” since then is none of your business!)
Ruth played fairly well also.
I played like someone with TWO sore arms! Oh, I hit an occasional good shot. Trouble was, I usually hit it when I was expecting to hit a poor shot and flew the ball over the green.
Carol tried to console me with comments like, “Oh, even the pros hit bad shots.” I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking, “Yeah, every once in a while. Maybe 4-5 times in a round. More than that and they wouldn’t be pros for very long.”
Well, those few good shots already have me wanting to go back again tomorrow and try to duplicate them. Maybe even multiply them. At least add a few of them.
I guess that’s why golf is “flog” spelled backwards.
Well, on the bright side it was a beautiful sunshiny day, light breeze, temperature in the upper 80s. We walked the 4-5 miles it takes to traipse around a golf course, so there was fresh air and exercise involved.
Now we’ve showered and are ready for a nice relaxing evening at home. Might watch a Netflix movie after dinner.
(MIGHT even play around! But that's none of your business either.)