First things first, you can’t have Beeritas, beer, vodka tonics all on the same night, and then expect to play 18 holes of golf on 3 hrs of sleep, while betting 200 dollars. It lead to “Fuck You, I ain’t fucking with the dude no mo.” Puke on holes 9, 12, 13, 14 twice, and 16.

The night before we were tapering off the summer break with a pool party at a friends house. There were many kids, many friends, many drinks, spades being played, arguments ensued, feelings got hurt. That carried over to a 6am Tee Time, with the climax at the 18th Hole, where I thought this could end in a fight, I was just an observer- oh yeah I had a “birdie” at 17.