It has been a few weeks since my last post, and please please let me fill you in on the details! I’ve officially made 7/10 cuts and we’re now more than half way through the season. Where does the time go? Two weeks ago I was so excited to have the Duramed Futures Tour come to my hometown of Cincinnati, OH. It was a week full of Goldstar Chili, Reds games, and a big hometown crowd. I couldn’t ask for more…except…for a little more…air. No, I’m not talking about choking under pressure. I’m talking about the horrible lung infection I came down with that week. It was my time to shine, and I’m sick!
All week I dreamed of all the times in the history where injured or sick players came out on top and took home the title. Sure, I can’t breath and my body aches, but what if this was going to be my Kerri Strug moment? Where I stand over a vault with a broken ankle and still bring my team to an Olympic gold medal. I haven’t won yet this season, and what a story would it be to make this incredibly sick week my first trip down victory lane. Maybe I would be like Tiger in 2008 US Open, where his knee was about to snap and he fought the pain all the way to a courageous victory. I dreamt all week of all the possible outcomes…and then I woke up from Nyquil coma and tripped over my own feet as I stumbled out the door for my Friday round. Okay golf course, let’s rock!
Golf is a very complex game. The little girls hold the quiet signs up for a reason, because concentration is so important! The infection wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but I’m diabetic too. (Too sweet for my own good :-)). So my blood sugars have been all over the place, and my head was a little cloudy. My mom wanted me to withdraw, but I had the hometown crowd of my side!
Fans even showed up with “Carling’s Crowd” hats in support.