When I turned on the tv to watch Masters coverage this morning, I couldn't help but think of this thread.
Honestly, if I hadn't forced myself to watch it, it wouldn't have bothered me to miss it. Since early October, I haven't been able to play because of the problem with my hands and subsequent carpel tunnel surgery on my left hand. Being diabetic, anything heals slowly and being impatient, I've been a mental and emotional wreck over not being able to play.
For the past couple months, I haven't been able to watch golf. I haven't looked at my monthly golf magazines. I've hardly participated in this forum, mostly out of a combination of self pity and frustration. I guess I let it get to me, at least until this morning.
She Who Is Always Right, also known as my wife, commented this morning that she did not accept an invitation to dinner on Sunday because she figured I'd want to watch the end of the Masters... What's a guy to do at that point? She knows I usually refer to the Masters as "Holy Week" and she wasn't going to let me sit here feeling sorry for myself any longer.
I'm still probably a few weeks off being able to hold a club without pain, but something about the Masters makes me want to again.