So I got sick. Then busy. Then bored.
And in my boredom I flipped on my TV to catch the end of the Chevron tournament last week in LA. Tiger seemed to be back in form, which was nice to see, and that pesky Irishman Graeme (I spell my name like a third grader) McDowell was still in the lead. And it tickled a little.
Then today I got an email from a friend asking about starting up the fantasy golf league again. And he asked me to help him with his fantasy golf draft for another league. And it tickled even more.
By the time I started setting up the league, and sending out the invites, the tickle was overwhelming. I couldn't ignore it any more. And I knew there was only one thing that I could do to make it stop.
So I'm back.
The weather's colder, the golf is less frequent, and I don't have that youthful enthusiasm I did a few months ago. But it turns out the Grizzly is still in me.