Wednesday, September 14, 2016

It Only Hurts When I Breathe

There's an old joke that picks up the words of the only survivor of a plane crash in a remote jungle. The rescuers finally get to the guy who is the lone survivor of a horrific plane crash that resulted in a fire that destroyed all the other people on the plane. There are parts of human bodies hanging from the trees and the first rescuer asks the survivor how he's doing:

"It's weird,"  the survivor said. "It only hurts when I laugh."

Well, leading up to the idea that I could golf on back-to-back days I thought, "How bad can it be?"

I would rest and stretch through the two rounds.

Pick up the conversation between me and my buddy yesterday.

Me:  "I can't breathe without pain. I'm such an idiot."

Buddy:  "You looking for me to argue?"

It's hard to work when your only thought is:

"My back hurts."

But here we are!

Guess who is NOT golfing the rest of the year!

And to those of you reading this and thinking:

"He's such an opinionated a-hole."

Just know that I'm a little like the airplane survivor.

But as much as I'm trying to laugh my way though it...

...I haven't laughed yet.

Maybe tomorrow.

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