Let me tell you about my ski day on Saturday.It was a beautiful day. You know,sunshine, 30 degrees. Myself, Randi, Lisa and Bob were having a few laughs on chair 4 and we were nervous with excitement as we headed toward the back bowls. It was 10:30 in the AM and at 11:00 I was lying on my back in the snow on Genghis Khan. My ski was over there, my face was bleeding a bit, but the view was incredible. All that blue sky and I was alone. My friends had already reached the bottom of what I now consider a cliff.They were kind enough to ring my cell phone. “Hello, this is Greg” I answered. The sweet voice on the other end was Randi. “Greg, where are you?” she asked. I calmly replied “I’m the one lying in the snow, taking in the view. My ski is 20 yards up and I don’t feel like getting it. Something is broken, but I’m not sure which part.””Oh, we see you” she exclaimed. I waved to my little dot friends in the valley below and they waved back. It was an enchanting moment. They looked like they were 4 miles away. “We’ll wait for you” Randi said and I thought “How kind and patient my friends are”. (If you were to have a heart attack on the golf course, you’re playing partners would put you in the woods, cover you with leaves, and finish the round without you.) I felt obligated to gather myself, meet my loyal pals, and continue, broken or not.The rest of the day was great. I played in pain and knew cocktails were not far away.My friend Bob from Denver stayed the night and acted as my personal nurse. “Do you want another beer?” he would ask and I would reply “Yes, Bob, thank you.”On Sunday, I woke up with a melted and open bag of ice in my bed. My thumb was swollen and my friend made the coffee. We chatted quietly over joe and he remarked “It looks broken to me, I’m going back to Denver.” I said “I’m going for X-rays, have a nice day.”‘Yes, it’s broken” the doctor told me and all of this as golf season is upon us.The world waited for Tiger Woods to return and even though there is no similiarity to him and I, I believe my few fans will be there when I return to Vail Muny. Golf Course to conquer its fairways once again.I will have to wait untill next ski season to conquer Genghis Khan.
Greg ZComments please, no sympathy