Thanksgiving, A Shoulder Injury, and Dad's Scare

11-22-12 (after the big meal)

    We are back home now.  B is asleep, a victim of Tryptophan?  The boys are in our living room playing Halo.  Danielle is with her boyfriend at his family’s get-together.
    I hurt myself playing 500 after the dinner was over.  Or, rather James hurt me.  We both went for some points where the frisbee was thrown low and short.  I was about to snatch it off the ground when I was “helped along” with a shove from James.  I hit the ground hard, right shoulder first and then my head.  I was stunned for a bit, but...

C.J. Putts Out of His Mind

    C.J., I must write, putted out of his mind during the fundraiser tournament.  I have been meaning to get this in here for a long time, but I selfishly wrote about all my birdies and prizes first. 
    During the tournament, except for just a few holes, C.J. and I paired up to finish a hole since Bruce and Reilly felt more comfortable together, and it just worked out better that way.  On many of those holes, I would putt first.  C.J. would then get a read from my putt and then make his. 
    The most memorable one came on...

2 on 1

Written on 11-20-12   

    Okay, I have two birdies to enter, both on hole #1.  One happened at the fundraiser tournament at the end of September and the other happened just two days ago on Sunday.  I had forgotten to put the first one in, because it wasn’t until later that I realized I had earned that one on my own.  Here’s what happened...

Hidden Valley Golf Course-Hole #1-Birdie #35 of 2012

    It was a lousy drive, a terrible start.  I push-sliced my tee shot all the way over to hole #5 and not on the left side of that fairway, but the right.  C.J. and I chose to play that one, though, because it was farther up, and it still had a clear shot to the green.  C.J. made what looked like...

19th Excerpt From My Original Golf Diary

     I read the excerpt below before pasting it here on my blog and it was as if I was reading about a different life.  I felt I was reading about somebody else; that's how far removed it is.  I say that because I remember those things happening, but I have to convince myself (and my new brain) that those things happened to me.  Yes, I did a volleyball business called Spike Doctor with a great business partner for seven years, a traveling clinic with the slogan, "We do house calls!"  The new irons I mentioned were just sold in a garage sale this past summer.
     And reading about those old clubs made me realize...

My Big Give-Away

    I blew it.  I can’t blame a brain tumor on this one. 
    Yesterday, Bruce called to ask me to play.  I took him up on it immediately.  I wanted to play; I was not sick anymore, and I had worked at my school on Friday to begin to get caught up since practice was reduced to film watching for varsity due to so many sick girls on the team, including my daughter.  Also, my JV team’s season had ended on Thursday with their last regular season match.  We ended up 9-7 on the season.  Not bad!
    It was the usual gang: Bruce, Reilly, C.J. and me.  We chose...