It really started out ugly. Have not hit a ball for two years. And it showed. First hole was a disaster. Second hole a mess. Third hole a 5 wood fairly straight. Good iron shot to green. Fourth hole is a dogleg. I used to just cut the dogleg and drive the green. Not today. But I was close enough to hit a pitching wedge to the green. I guess as with anything else you have to stay on top of it to be proficient.
I did not expect much. After not playing for over two years. And playing under duress before that. The last few times I played before that I played with dad. He was not in good shape and could barely get out of the cart. But I did it to appease him and let it go at that. He tried as best he could but was failing. Is this the way you are going to spend the last time with your parents? If they were any kind of good parents and you have a heart I feel that you should. They put up with you all their lives.
So as I played more I got a little better. At the end I was happy. Just to play. As the last two years I have spent in hospitals, doctors offices and rest homes. Time to turn the page and start doing my own thing again.
I do not mind working hard. A lot of people do. I call them slugs. They will do anything they can to do nothing. Or at least the easiest tasks.
So I went out and played golf again. I was a little scared. But pared the first hole. I guess I am getting it back.
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