So, I played GOLF yesterday, didn't do too bad, had a great start, hit some great shots....and then I fell, cartoon like, feet out from under my body and body in air then crashing to the golf cart path. I tweaked my hips and jammed my shoulder, but the trooper that I am I kept playing. It is addictive to see how long, how hard, how close I could get a little ball to a little hole.
I now understand how that happens, people chasing a color object being out doors. I no longer am a disbeliever but a bonafide participant in this pleasurable activity that some call a sport.
I am still aching from my fall, but I laugh it off as a war wound from my new passion. It is all about camaraderie and the game.
I truly understand and I apologize for not getting it sooner.
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