After dinner with Uncle Ray, I decided to play golf the next day.
Yes, I play golf. I love it. I can learn more about a person on a course than I can over a pint. Golf is all about recovery. The past shot doesn't fucking matter. Play, with only what you have.
The club pro asked me to pair up, so I waited for another single. I met Mac O'Grady.
Mac lost his right arm just below the elbow when he was 14. He plays one-handed, left backhand. He used golf to rehabilitate after the accident.
Mac's a professional. His handicap is a 6. I bogey a hole, and I'm ecstatic. His patience with my constant search for the last ball I played was saintly.
Mac told me that under all the Major tournament's, there's a one-armed version. Originally, this was promoted by a Mr. Fightmaster. Got to love that name, considering it's a one-armed duffer. Mac has participated in the US Open, and represents Europe in the Ryder Cup. He helped me with my swing, and taught me that life is all about recovery.
Thanks, Mac.
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