Don't Look Back In Anger: It's Time to Start Swinging It

I can sit here and sulk over daily pain in my back and neck, those sharp pains through my wrists and legs, or write posts defining how cruel and unusual my health plan is or what not...

or...

I can just head out to the golf course, where I can fire away with my with my 460 cc Tour Edge Driver, sip on a Heineken, and not care what I shoot, which holes I play or my score.

Screw it man, I am heading out. I'd be in pain anyway so why not enjoy it, right? After all, it's all in my head! The doctors would have done something if it wasn't.

Where's my Robaxin?