A Good Beer Spoiled...

Golf has been described as a "good walk spoiled" and I can see why, but since I don't particularly like walking but would much prefer just enjoying a cold brew on a hot summers day, so I think this title is apt.  I golf about once a year usually with my brothers and father because they are big golfers.  I am not, but every year I think to myself that it would be fun to go golfing with my family and by the 18th hole I vow to myself that I will never golf again.  Maybe I should just do nine holes and call it quits because I am seriously dragging by the end of 18.  I have never broken 100 and that's even with my less than meticulous score keeping and multiple mulligans.  This year we golfed at the Metamora Fields(I thought my dad was joking when he told me I had to wear a collared shirt) and I did end up winning...

on one hole...

I scored a birdie...

YES!

But my dad up having the lowest score overall and I ended up with a soft 113 or so.  But look at that swing. EPIC!