The bug has returned. Awakened from a brief hibernation, the bug has returned to infiltrate the matter running through my veins. As the winter draws on, the hollow cold air weakens my immune system allowing the to bug slowly fortify itself in the deepest nerves of my body.

As the new year rolls through a fresh calendar the symptoms hit. The bag in the corner becomes far more interesting. I drape sweatshirts and jackets over the bag trying to resist its tempting gravity. But the bug will ultimately feed on its prey. It becomes too much.

I turn on the television and the bug is there. Tiger Woods cruising on to a 4 shot victory at the Farmers Insurance Open in La Jolla, California. He looked so comfortable playing on familiar Torrey Pines Golf Course, a course where he has won so many times. Then the bug moves in for the kill.

I got off the couch and straight to that bag in the corner. I pulled out my beloved Scotty Cameron and dropped 3 balls onto the rug and began to hit the balls back and forth. It was over. The sickness was reinvigorated. The golf bug was fully awake, and ready to be unleashed.