Beer Golf

This article was posted awhile ago before many of you joined, so I just wanted to bring back to for front in light of this recent article. http://armch...s_To_A_Fight

I have better stories, but the first one has to do with my college days, when our intramural basketball team was ranked #2 going into the playoffs. The first round game was on a Sunday at 11:30am, and five of the seven guys on my team went to a sorority formal the night before. At least two guys puked during the game, four of us were still drunk and we lost to the #31 seed in the playoffs by 30 points. Moral of the story? The IM director who scheduled a game on a Sunday morning for college kids should be fired.

I don't.

When I was in college we played in a rugby tournament in New Orleans at Mardi Gras. So we go out to take the field on a Saturday after getting in to NO on Friday AM. Of course we had to experience Burbon Street the night before. Needless to say, 2 rugby games, running, tackling, no water and red Hurricanes are a terrible combination. Also Refs dont like it when you puke in the middle of the scrum... And I got plenty of other stories like that.

Oh yeah... started with the hand grenades and just went downhill from there.

the first time I ever got so drunk I was hungover, the next day I had a baseball game! But I knew I wasn't pitching, so no biggie. Well during BP my coach saw my condition and took me aside and told me 'he understood' and I should "take it easy" and hopefully I learned my lesson. I was queasily relieved until sometime later in the game, he surprisingly put me in as a pinch runner for a kid who had walked. I was wobbly and spinning and threw a helmet on and tried to find equilibrium sauntering out to first with the hopes of watching enough guys strike out to get me back to the bench as quick as possible. Well, first pitch, my coach who also coached 3rd base when we were batting gives me the 'steal' sign. WTF? So I steal second! I get to the base sliding headfirst as I always did and almost puked on the dude covering the bag. I was green. I glared at my coach and he was dying laughing!

So next pitch or two ends up being a wild pitch and I chug into third, slide head first on the throw (I was safe) called 'time' to the ump, got up and blew chunks ALL OVER the 3rd base coach box, where my coach was standing! All over his cleats...nasty.

He never put me in as a pinch runner again, and I never got that drunk the night before a game whether I was playing or not! (should have learned from Doc Ellis)

Another story is when a company I used to work for had a night golf outing, where the flags, balls and hazards were in neon. For whatever reason, the course decided to allow us to have carts with no lights, and then sent a beer girl out. Needless to say, my best friend ended up in a lake after running for his ball. He couldn't figure out why the neon ball was floating because he didn't see the markers for the lake. The ball was floating. Dope. Too drinky.

I was playing in the NCAA Final Four in 1985 all coked out and we won. It was awesome. Oh, wait. That was Gary McClain.