I Just Woke Up From an Eight-Month Long Bad Dream—I Can Play Golf Again!

Last year I fell asleep—for three hours. But it felt like forever.

I watched the 2008 U.S. Open at Torrey Pines for four grueling days. I watched a man limp 7300 yards for four days in a row. He grinded out one of the greatest and heroic performances an athlete has even endured.

Then I skipped work and watched him grind another 7300 yards.

Tiger Woods performance last year is undebatable. He taught me how to finish the game I loved in the right way.

I played my home golf course at least seven times in the next two weeks, making 40-foot putts like they were tap-ins from two feet. Blasting drive after drive down the middle of the fairway, picking up my tee before my group could say "good drive, nice shot, pro." I was confident in all aspects of my game. Then it happened.

My boy, my idol, my teacher Tiger Woods said he was done. He told the PGA TOUR that he was having alot of trouble with his knee and he just could not do it anymore. He had no idea when he would be back, and I doubted his comeback to golf completely.

That night I went to sleep, with a feeling like I cheated on my girlfriend. I felt like I robbed a 93-year old woman at Wal-Mart for seven dollars. I felt as if my world came to a crashing end.

When I woke up the next day, I went back to my home course, telling myself, "I don't need TIG." I shot a horrendous 95, ending the 18th with a triple bogey.

I later realized my sex life was a mess, I was losing weight rapidly. I had no determination to work, or to even communicate with my friends. It was like I lost my best friend. I was surrounded by problem after problem each day.

I cleaned my clubs, put them in the closet and decided to take a new road to my life. I took a shitty job, started gambling online, would not even attend my regular Sunday cookout with my family. I stopped watching the BIG BREAK on the GOLF channel. My life was a mess and I did not know where I was going with myself.

Days, weeks, months passed, and then it happened. I arose from my slump, it was like waking up to Angelina Jolie and Marissa Miller asking me to please them both. I heard it, the call from Hogan. The voice and prayers I was waiting for for eight months. It rang in my head all during my dreams...IF YOU BUILD IT, THEY WILL COME.

Right now you may be reading this, thinking to yourself, this guy is looney, he's nuts, but it's true: This was my road to my great life I left behind. I got my clubs out of my closet and watched the GOLF channel.

Breaking news: TIGER WOODS IS BACK. I dropped my windex, dropped the seven-iron and gave a fist pump with my right hand as if I was Tiger Woods. It came back to me, I have finally awoke from the horrible eight-month long bad dream that I had been living as reality.

This week Tiger Woods is coming back to play in the WGC- Accenture Match Play Championship. It does not matter to me if he goes out there and gets his ass whooped by some random European amateur. He said, "I'm now ready to play again."

I went to my course today and shot an astounding 77. If I can make a comeback like that after eight months, just think what kind of performance Mr. Woods will put on in Arizona.

All I am saying is I hope, I pray and wish Tiger comes back with the intensity he had throughout his career when he steps foot on the course this week. All my prayers have been answered and I will be the first on the tee box at Blair Park come next Monday.

Dropping bombs from outside of 75 feet, and hitting high flying flop shots out of the green-side bunker. Then I will raise my right hand in the air, raise it in triumph to the real golfer himself, and show my appreciation to Tiger by giving it the old pump.

Thank you Tiger, you have been a true inspiration.