Played golf Friday with a buddy from HS. He asked on our way out if I wanted a gummy bear. I thought what the hell and popped one in my mouth. I shot a 49 on the front nine and then all I wanted to do was ride in the cart on the back 9. The last nine was me yelling fore about every other shot. He ran over my foot with the cart. Somehow I jammed the hell out of my thumb.
After we were done I had to sit in the clubhouse icing my thumb and scrolling on my phone for two hours before I was cool to drive home. I got home and my wife had just finished cooking so I had to limp to the table and eat left handed while trying to make small talk with my two teenage daughters. I felt like I was 15 again wondering if anybody was on to me. That Sh%# was awkward.
I am to old for this crap. Back to beer I go.
After we were done I had to sit in the clubhouse icing my thumb and scrolling on my phone for two hours before I was cool to drive home. I got home and my wife had just finished cooking so I had to limp to the table and eat left handed while trying to make small talk with my two teenage daughters. I felt like I was 15 again wondering if anybody was on to me. That Sh%# was awkward.
I am to old for this crap. Back to beer I go.