Yesterday’s round was painful on a number of levels. First, I tweaked some strange muscle in my lower left back which made swinging tough. At the top of my swing and end of my backswing with the putter it felt like someone was jabbing me with an ice pick. Naturally, that made for some very errant shots and a big number in the final column of the score card.
On the 4th hole my foursome waited 15 minutes for the threesome in front of us to clear the green. By the time they left the green there were two groups waiting to tee off on #4 tee, along with us approaching the green.