Contrary to Jeff D. Lowe and Nicky Clicky, this is very real.
I would never do such a thing.
A man of honor if you will.
This is what happens.
You may be wondering what happened?
I don’t know.
That’s why you see me look around.
Nope, again, old, fat, bald and out of shape.
Maybe I thought I was 22 again and still had that first quick step.
Maybe I saw Brandon Walker guarding me and knew even a slow first step would get past him.
Whatever it might be, consider this a warning for everyone else.
Why do I say this?
Because I’m supposed to fly to Ireland a week from tomorrow.
Now I’m hoping for a Rookie of the Year scenario.
Maybe I can just hit bombs with my drive again now that I have one ankle?
I’ll even take the one-leg Tiger 80s over there.
I don’t care!
I will be golfing.
Because I’m a golf guy, that’s where you see the strength to walk off an injury.
