Golf

Golf - Whoever came up with the Scramble had absolutely, and I do mean absolutely NOTHING else to do. I decided to participate in the Law School's annual "golf tournament" and scrambled to find a team. Two guys ditched me and a team was fielded at the last minute.

Let me tell you, the scramble stopped as soon as our admission fee was paid. We played eighteen after a "shot-gun start." I used to play back in the day when they actually used a shotgun to tell everyone to get going. No shotgun today. And the disappointment only increased after that. My golf game sucked, my team-mate's golf games sucked equally as much or moreso, and we did manage to play bogy golf as a team, each man hitting the "best ball." Let me tell you, there were no "good balls" to choose from. So, 5 and a half hours later, (yes, we were riding in carts too) we finished with a whopping 84 to clarify any misunderstandings at who sucked the most.

Now, I must say the concept of skipping class, drinking beer, riding around in carts, and hitting golf balls sounds enticing, but next year I will opt to do all those things right by myself.