It has now been around three weeks since I last put ball and club together. I'm recovering nicely and trying to focus my energy on the backyard rink but well-meaning people keep bringing up Florida and how much I'd love it there right now. I feel the shakes starting to come back.

My youngest is about to turn 4 and that means it has been 4 years since my last winter golf expedition. I honestly don't see getting that trip back. I had a great streak that had become locked in but a break in the streak means all grandfathering is out. My wife has apparently never heard of the "a starter can't lose his job to injury" unwritten rule of sports. So, now I hose down the ice until it's as slick as the greens at the Ledges and I wait. And wait.