The Godly Golf Guru

Yea, I hit golf balls around 7:00 tonight. I melted more than the Wicked Witch in OZ. It was my first post-hip-surgery effort to hit balls outside on natural grass (I had hit a few times in doors at a local indoor golf simulation training facility - much cooler). Yes, you did read right when I said post-op. I had surgery on my right hip on April 24 for something called “femoroacetabular impingement”, or something like that. You can look it up, but I will say it’s not a hip replacement, just a bone that had formed the wrong way and caused some problems in my hip. A few months removed from surgery and still recovering with psychical therapy, I attempted to hit some balls outside…and failed. I had no expectations, so at least I had that going for me. I have a long way to go, but I just have to re-learn my swing, because I have the capability and flexibility now that I’ve never had before. So I am optimistic. I am going to just keep praying for recovery and the ability to get my swing back, for as the Holy Father has said, “Let’s not shackle the Holy Spirit, so that He can make of us works of art!” (thank you to my sister, Kristin, for the quote). Back to the golf, it was HOT. Actually it’s not just the heat, because it gets hot in California or Colorado, but it’s the humidity we are so blessed with here in Memphis. As long as I stay hydrated, it’s possible with some getting used to - I’ll just make sure I have an extra glove…and shirt…maybe some extra spikes…extra clubs for when they slip out of my hand and go flying aimlessly onto the range…pine tar…40 box fans…Big League Chew…smelling salt for heat stroke…127 towels…Lou Diamond Phillips…magnifying glass for ants trying to get into Big League Chew…swimsuit…the list could go on, but why?

Peace