I confess that while ago I paid a great repair guy to install the new chip on Golden Tee to give me a lot more courses to play.
A simple task for most, but in the last 35 years I have known that I can not handle tiny parts(screws, etc.) my hands just cramp and I drop stuff, and I did not want to chance messing up this tiny chip.
And after burning the shit out of my right hand last night, I played 2 games of Golden Tee left handed while ago, and that is so awesome, I did great!.
You have to have both hands to play a pinball machine, but you can play Golden Tee with one hand if needed.
Oktoberfest is awesome with the way they did the flippers so that you can play totally right handed.
All pinball companies should take note about what AP did, and have 2 flipper buttons on each side of the machine so if you are injured, or even missing a limb, you can still enjoy pinball. (AP only did it on the right side with Oktoberfest, but that was a first, highly innovative and creative, and I hope the entire industry will take note and expand this feature).
And honestly, at times I have been practicing writing, eating, etc. my whole life with my left hand at times, so that when there was a injury with my right hand I could get by ok.
Hell, if you are right handed, for the hell of it try writing or eating with your left hand, awkward as hell, but with practice you get better.
I never watched much baseball, but the players that could hit left handed or right handed was what first inspired me to try to get both hands more equal.
Sometimes that will mess with your mind though. Once you get your hands pretty equal, there are times that I have to think about which hand will do best with the angles and whatever of what I am having to work with.
And cool as ice, while ago I made a double eagle left handed, I have never made one of those in hundreds of games right handed. I big time noticed my brain was really kicking in, and trying to really help my left hand with the right hand injured and not useable. (and that was a brain thing, only on my 2nd Natty at the time, so no way was beer a factor).
And I confess that I am glad I left the confessional thread, because I was messing it up with my long rants I did not know when I was doing that. (I think the first time I ever seen that tread someone else had just left a long rant so I was hooked. Later I seen that no, it started out with just one liners).
I am not here to pee on anyone's whatever. I just try to be entertaining, and helpful when I can. I like to try to make people laugh after I have had a few beers. (and I try to make people laugh also, when I have had no beer).
Because of all I have currently going on, and all I have already been through, without beer I am pretty much serious and short.
But, after a few beers, I relax, chill out, and can talk to anyone about almost anything.
And by no means am I a total dick when I am not drinking, I am still nice and polite, but after a few beers, I am relaxed and the real me.
Some people after a few drinks want to fight. Some people after a few drinks want to start all this "I love you man". I have never been that way my entire life.
For me, a few drinks is I remember all of a sudden something that will make you laugh that I had forgot about for 20 years.
And no, I am fine.
My current schedule has me getting up at the crack of noon tomorrow, but after that I am looking at some 5 in the mornings so I will not be up this late goofing off.
I did once have a 9-5 job when I was a teen, that lasted 6 weeks. I could not handle that(now maybe in the porn business I could have had set hours and been ok though).
I am fine with 5am, or crack of noon. Although I can cut up more and stay up later with the noon time.
And I am getting older or something, because the old crack of noon joke never works anymore, I still get up a lot earlier than I want to, when I don't have to.
I confess that I would love to sleep until the crack of noon, like I did when I was younger. But no, my brain will not let that happen anymore.
I always thought it was weird how all these seniors was up so early eating breakfast in area restaurants. I was like what the hell, they have no place they have to be, they are retired, why are they up so early?
I get all that now. I am getting at that age. I see first hand what my system is doing.
When you are young, you stay up late and sleep as late as you can.
When you get older, you want to stay up late and sleep late the next day. BUT, your body will not let that happen. You end up getting up a lot earlier than you really want to, BUT then you have naps to make up for it.
And when I was young I thought old people were crazy for getting up at 6am, and then having a afternoon nap.
I totally get it now, all this crazy shit is not by choice, it is all just what your body and mind does as you get older.
Getting old sucks! I hate the way I am starting to get. I am still awesome!, but my body and mind are like f you, you Will get up now, and later you Will have a nap now.
And my Mom, awesome!, best Mom a son could ever have. Getting sad. She is in great physical shape and stays active with a whole lot of things...but her memory lately...she knows she just had a meal and is full, but if I ask her what she had for dinner, she does not remember.
Mom may remember what she was doing 6 years ago, but can not remember what she ate 15 minutes ago now.
Dad passed a few years ago, and he was the opposite. He could remember everything, but his body went to where he could not move or do anything his last months.
I helped take care of my Dad for years, and as long as I stay able I will be taking care of Mom now.
And anyone that actually read this far, once the short term memory loss stuff kicks in with a loved one, the worst thing you can do is say something like I just told you this 5 minutes ago. A friend gave me this advice from dealing with his Mom, and I asked my Mom about it, and she said yes, I did not know my memory was getting so bad, and you being short saying I just answered that question 5 minutes ago was hurting me.
I am doing the best I can. I was able to help with Dad for years, and now I will be also helping Mom for I hope many years.
And while I still have some fun and have a few beers like I have my entire life. It does hit me now, seeing how I have helped my parents, and still am with Mom....I am screwed...I never had any kids, never wanted any, so who is going to take care of me later?
But, at the same time while I have been a good son and helped my parents, if I had of ever had a wife, I may would have already lost half my shit by now, and no guarantee a kid would have turned out awesome and helped me in my older years.
My girlfriend cried while ago, she has grandchildren she has never got to see or hold, her son did not even call her on Mothers Day, and it is all about the woman her son married just messed everything up. Her son married the bitch from hell, and he is stuck, I have seen what was going on first hand with what that wife does to the family.
And I really like the Forrest Gump movie, with the whole thing "life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you will get". Not sure that is what was said, something close, I love that movie, a shame that my lady was never into it or got it the way I did.
Basically, shit happens, man up and deal with it the best you can. And in my case, with no kids, hope that your good deeds lead to good karma when I am older and need help myself.
I hope this is my last long rant for a while. I hope it will help someone, or at least make someone feel better.
Just keep it long, this is the long rant topic.