Golfers are tough

Professional golfer Akshay Bhatia won the Valero Texas Open last month by beating Denny McCarthy on the first hole of a sudden-death playoff.

And he did it playing hurt.
Despite entering the back nine with a six-shot lead, Bhatia needed to birdie the 18th hole of the final round to force a playoff after McCarthy had made seven consecutive birdies at TPC San Antonio to finish out his closing 63.
If that wasn’t enough, a Masters invitation was on the line for Bhatia.
So, as his 12-foot birdie putt dropped to force a playoff, Bhatia unleashed a furious fist pump of excitement.
One problem: That fist pump popped his left shoulder out. Bhatia played the next hole—the playoff hole—with an injured shoulder. After hitting his drive and second shot, his trainer taped up his shoulder to help him finish the match.
It ended quickly.After his opponent hit his approach shot into the water, Bhatia landed his ball on the green and finished with a birdie to win the tournament.

Big deal. A couple of measly swings with a separate shoulder.

I once played half a season of golf with a separated shoulder. Back in 1995, an idiot threw me down some stairs at a party. I hit the wall at the bottom of the staircase and separated my shoulder.

Crazily enough, the incident was caught on tape.

Also caught on tape is me jamming my shoulder back into place with a scream. But since the incident, my shoulder has separated a couple of more times, including a summer when it was eventually popped back into place by a doctor but continued to hurt for quite a while.

At one point, when the shoulder was still separated, I was playing golf with my friend, Tom. I hit a shot from the fairway – just my second shot of the round – when Tom noticed tears in my eyes.

The swing had hurt so much that I was nearly crying.

“Maybe we should stop playing,” Tom suggested.

But it was golf—always worth the pain. Besides, it hurt so much to swing that maybe the pain would incentivize me to play better and swing fewer times.

At least that’s what I told Tom.

It didn’t, of course. It was a painful, poorly played round of golf.

But it was golf, so I’m sure we still had a grand old time. Perhaps not as grand as Bhatia experienced after winning the tournament, but probably close.