Yesterday was the Mike Rover Benefit Tournament. Phil, Wallace, Ivy, and I teed off at 8AM with hopes of being competitive. Then we started drinking. Beers weren’t bringing us birdies so we took some tequila shots. The balls kept flying towards the woods so we switched to Jack Daniels. A mere three under through 11 the group behind us offered up their bottle of Jameson. We cannonballed it.
By hole 12 one of my playing partners lost the ability to speak. On hole 15 he fell out of a parked golf cart and cut his chin on the path. On hole 17 he whiffed a 6 foot putt. Literally lined it up, took a practice stroke, addressed the shot, and missed the ball entirely.
By the 18th it had become clear that we’d overshot that inebriated / athletic sweet spot we were looking for. We finished 5 under and 8 shots off the lead.
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