Golfing, Drinking, but mostly Drinking
Waking up in the morning is usually a good thing. Waking up in the morning to drink is an even better thing. One fine summer day, I was participating in a golf scramble tourney with a few co-workers. Not just any co-workers, these guys are borderline alcoholics. So we started the day off right by double-fisting Bloody Marys, and it was all down hill from there. Anyone who is fortunate/unfortunate enough to see my golf game in person knows that I’m probably only on the course for the drinking aspects. Especially, on this day…
We’re hacking up the course, treating this nice, well kept course like it’s a pitch and putt. Every hole, another beer, every hole, worse and worse play. Nature made its presence felt with a delightful thunderstorm to make things even messier. Not only were we sloppy drunk, now also the course was on our level. Play must go on!
Doing 360s on a golf cart in the pouring rain is a lot of fun. Ramming your fellow teammates cart like its a bumper car is down-right addicting. Especially after consuming said beverages. The course was becoming unplayable, but that didn’t stop us from gutting it out. Chucking golf balls in attempt to hit the green.. hitting multiple mulligans.. Doing whatever it took to get this outing over with. Our scoring for the scramble was extremely generous. 4 or 5s every hole had to be somewhat competitive we thought.
We get back to the clubhouse for the post tourney buffet, alcohol still flowing.. Turn in our manipulated scorecard.. The master of ceremonies hands out the awards for the best team and worst team. And wouldn’t you know it, after all of our drunken shenanigans and mischievous actions, we won something after all! To a standing ovation, we collected the last place trophy and chugged a beer! Fuck My Liver.
