I went to Simi Hills Golf Course this past Saturday and, after putting with a friend for a while, got a small bucket of balls and hit my pitching wedge. These were the first full swings my doctors allowed me to take since my pacemaker implant surgery last March 8. Actually, I haven’t swung a golf club in a little over 10 months, but only the last three months of idleness were mandated. Those 25 balls wore my old ass out. I’m looking forward to getting in shape enough to play nine holes, but it’s not really golf to me unless it’s 18. Right now my goal is to play nine in under 50 without having a heart attack. 18 will be next; maybe even walking some day.