I injured my left hand (I'm left-handed) in mid-December, didn't get it diagnosed properly until late January, and had surgery February 5th which involved a 2-inch incision to remove a piece of bone that had fractured and sand-down the rest for smoothness.
I had a cast on for two weeks afterwards, and since that time have been slowly itching my way back into the game.
Two weeks ago I hit some painful half-wedge shots around Cobb's Creek during yet another walking tour. Last week I did the same on the Karakung course and then went and woefully attempted to hit a small bucket of balls at the accursed City Line Avenue Driving Range.
This past Saturday I went with Joe Bausch and Kyle Harris to the 4200 yard, par 62 Walnut Lane course (featured on this site) and we played about 25 hole and I was still abysmal and in a good deal of pain, especially with off-center hits which were about 80% of my shots towards the end of the day.
Feeling down about things, I decided to finally break down and give in to technology, so I went out and bought myself one of those "ham-on-a-stick" drivers, figuring that since I'm now at about 60% strength, with no light at the end of the tunnel, I'd best utilize all the technological help that science can muster.
On my way home from the golf shop, I stopped at a grass driving range near my home. There was a sign on the window to put money into a little box, so I grabbed a small basket and inserted the five bucks.
There was only one other person on the range...a slight, elderly man who looked about 80 years old, and who was hitting an iron from an artificial mat, with his ball teed up.
He had a short, but unhurried swing, and ball after ball sailed out about 80-100 yards.
I took my Gorilla driver and about 30 yards downrange proceeded to swing wih the same type of ease, finding to my surprise that it suddenly became a whole lot easier to hit the ball on the sweetspot.
I was probably only carrying the ball a little over 200 yards, but my shots were straight, and true, and probably 80% of them landed in the same neighborhood, which is quite unusual for me. I also became very cognizant of the fact that I normally swing at about twice that effort, with certainly not double the success!
After a bit the pro who runs the range stopped back and started to speak to the older fellow, who it appeared he knew.
In response, I heard the mechanized voice of a man who obviously had his trachea removed at some point, and saw him covering the hole in his throat that provided him with something approximating auditory abilities.
Here I was, feeling a bit sorry for myself and the condition of my golf game with my hand still too slowly recuperating, and it suddenly occurred to me that here is a guy who probably will never hit a golf shot 200 yards again, but would probably never stop trying. It also occurred to me that it's likely this fellow had many other challenges in his life that made hitting a golf ball probably one of his most precious day-to-day moments.
So, when do I think it's time to quit golf?
When we stop learning, and I can tell you personally that I've got a long, long way to go in that regard.