|Dr. Bill explains my shoulder|
"Congratulations! You graduated." Dr. Bill shook my hand.
He had just put me through the paces - reaching, stretching, pulling, pushing, testing the right shoulder he repaired last July.
"You are doing great. The shoulder is healed. It's not quite back to 100% strength and range, but that takes a year after a massive tear like yours."
He wrote another scrip for continuing physical therapy and said we did not need to schedule any more appointments.
"That's great news." I said. "Thanks Doc. You did a great job. But I need to show you this..."
I pulled out the scorecard and handed it to him. As we had discussed before, I had three goals for my rehabilitation: One - fishing in Michigan in September; Two - abalone diving in November; Three - Golfing in the low 90's in January. Two down, one to go.
The scorecard was from my round the day before at Sharp Park. It was my first round since surgery. My score was 107.
"I am disappointed in your performance here." I said. "I told you I expected to be shooting in the 90's and I shot a 107."
He studied the card. "Did you shoot in the 90's before the surgery?" He asked.
"Not often. But I expected this surgery to improve my game."
"I see." He nodded sagely. "But you beat your playing partners. Steve had 110 and Roy had 113." He looked back at me. "I can't do any more for you." Then he studied the card and pointed.
"This guy. Roy. He really shot 3 eights in a row?" Concern was written all over Dr. Bill's face.
"Yes he did. The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th hole. Then two more 8's on the back."
He shook his head.
"Have him come see me. I think I can help him."
Before Sunday's round I'd not played since March. My NCGA handicap revision e-mail arrived. It included the recent round. My Handicap Index increased to 30.2
I can't live with this humiliation anymore.
My 2014 New Year Golfing Resolution is to get my Index down to a 25 handle.
I did it before. I can do it again.
Yes I Can! Yes I Can! HOPE! CHANGE!
I mean, that hopey, changey thing worked out for the president, didn't it?