I have been ordered to rest my knee, and I shall be doing just that. I have a Sky Sports pass for the month of April and I shall be sitting on the sofa with my leg up watching the last two rounds of the US Masters and feeling thoroughly contented.
Philippa - who is still flush with the joys of imminent motherhood and has never been more energetic or happy - has promised to look after me, on the proviso that I do exactly nothing. My knee is still a problem, she tells me after a chat with one of her GP bosses, because I haven't been following the advice I was given at the Minor Injuries Unit, deciding instead to carry on with life as best as I can. Every time I put weight on it, or jolt the leg, or drive, or pick my son up to pretend he is a helicopter, I am adding to the strain on the ligament and lengthening my recovery time. I need, apparently, to stop behaving like a typical male and actually do as I'm told and just rest it.
So that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I have to say that Jon Rahm isn't looking great as a potential winner, but I'm sticking by my tip. He's only 10 shots behind the leader, so you never know.....
RC 9-4-22
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