Oh my God. What the hell did I say yesterday? About M1key doing something to jeopardize his golf season?

Christ. At least it was an accident and not something he did on purpose: a bad sprained ankle.

He was distraught when I got home and that's putting it mildly. He gets angry and fumes and fusses and that's the usual M.O. but today he was not just crying but weeping at the possibility the coach wouldn't let him on the team. Which can do bad things to a Mother's heart.

So I called and asked him about it and he said, "No, qualifying starts next Monday...he better heal fast."

What an asshole. I hate that damn Athletic Director and I have since the first day I talked to him. Arrogant jerk. It's a shame he isn't anything like his Momma (who I know and like a lot).

So, we're RICE'n (rest, ice, compression, elevation) it right now, we'll see how it feels in a few days and go from there.

I know exactly what I'm getting him for his 16th birthday in a few weeks: a plastic bubble to live in.