If this column seems a little disjointed and nonsensical, there’s a very good reason for it…I’m so sick I can barely lift my head off the pillow.

To me, there’s nothing worse than catching the summer flu or this recent invasion of "sinusitis" which has been going around because your mind says, "hey, nice day…go play golf" and your body replies "go to hell".

Most people have trouble believing that golf courses can be anything but tranquil and serene locations where a player is as safe as if they were in their mother’s arms.

Unfortunately, there are dangers associated with golf, just as there are with any other sport, especially ones where both temperatures and tempers can rise to dangerous levels.

Finally, home at last !

After 27 billion hours of flying across 8,000 time zones, I have finally returned home to Vietnam. Man, it’s funny to think about it in that way, but the truth of the matter is that I know more people here than I do back in the US nowadays. Perhaps the old adage is true – "Home is wherever you hang your hat."

As I sit here in the Business Class lounge of Asiana Airlines waiting for my flight to Hanoi, I finally have some time to relax. It’s been a hectic three weeks and I will probably need a holiday to recover from my holiday.

On the last day of the trip, my wife relented and agreed to let me play golf without pain of death upon my return. I guess she was too tired to shop any longer...either that the numbers on my credit card were worn off and thus, useless.

Well, two weeks have passed since I arrived in the USA and I still have yet to step foot on a golf course so its no wonder I’m becoming grouchy.

Anytime a golf professional takes a holiday with his family, certain sacrifices have to be made and careful negotiations are required. For example, if I want to play golf one time, then I have to take the wife to nine billion other places first, most of which involve shopping.