KG’s Blog Post #49 – 4/26/10 9:26pm
Subj: Aftermath. . . Savannah didn’t burn this time!!!
I’m just going to type what comes to me so excuse the style…
It’s Monday, the day after Savannah, here comes Green.
The past 3 days have been the absolute greatest days of my golfing life.
Friday was the most amazing day my life has seen to this day. I was filled with anxiety, nerves, joy, fear, excitement, friendship, love, pain, skill, and any other emotion I can’t think of at the moment. I’m thrilled that I hit the ball solid off the first tee and then proceeded to play a rather pathetic 8 holes of golf that was purely, “I’m so nervous I can’t play golf“.
That being said, I was having a blast. Mark Omeara, Nick Price (they won, they owe me a cut for not hitting them and knocking them out of the event), and my partner Mike Reid were just complete pros and human beings, as they inspired me to fight on no matter what I did.
Then out of no where I whacked this 6-iron from the rough (me & fairways were not getting along) on the green and the next 10 holes were actually real golf. I mean pro golf. I was stunned and shocked.
When done and replaying the round, I realized that I can do this again. I just need some time to make the changes to my swing that my friend and teacher of 3 decades [Peter Kostis] has me doing.
I’m so excited I can’t even explain it to you properly. My skipping from point to point may show that by itself, as I make little sense.
My much older and almost ancient sister did a great job caddying and it was just awesome to have her with me at that time. She is without a doubt the best person in the Green family – small family though.
Anyway, I wish everyone could have experienced that feeling on the first tee – I was fractions away from loosing my marbles. The feeling I had when I made my first birdie were just stupid awesome, but just WOW.
My hope is to compete in the Dicks Sporting Goods in late June, that will give me 6 weeks to hopefully get a bit healthier and then get these swing changes down a bit.
I missed my Jeanne so much this week – those emotions were hard to keep inside me.
The nut jobs from the health trailer did a great job keeping my real ankle from falling apart, I was taped like that King Tut nut guy.
I ended up renting a house because we had a so many people that it seemed to be the way to go as it would save us money vs. the hotel rooms. Now, I didn’t exactly know where this house was and it ended up being in the “things aren’t exactly working out great neighborhood”, if you know what I mean. No offense meant to anyone, by the way. I wonder if that nice man Mr. Finchem would have stayed there after he flew up on our private jet. But, I must say we did all manage to survive and only had the police ask us the old “did you see this guy run by?”, 3 times for the week.
My good friend and nephew slept under the bed and not on it for the week. My young Mr. Munch became a mandog, as it was his job to alert anyone who came within 50 feet of the house that this was a Mr. Munch property and STAY AWAY!
I will now stop so this does not go on to long, but I will babble on tomorrow with some more thoughts from the week.
Damn, it was fun. People were just fantastic and I will talk to you soon.