Driving With An Open Container

NO, not that kind of driving.

The second round of our beer enthusiast golf club was played Saturday! Here are the photos from the round. TimmyTim, Adams (like "Adams Golf"), and Brian came out to play, I snapped the photos (and played to), and we have no clue who won. We stop keeping score after about half of the round.

(Please not the obscene amount of digital noise in the pictures. Infinite respect to the person that knows what caused it, and why it was INTENTIONAL in the beginning. It's just that you don't realize how bad it is when taking the pictures. But I do feel bad about it.)

Adams:


Brian:


TimmyTim:

High Class Parking. Directly into the cart in front of us...

Away We Go:

Two Holes In. We haven't even had that many... Note the position of Brian's ball, directly in front of him, AFTER he has swung.

TimmyTim about to just crush the ball. This shot ended up right on the green:

Almost losing the cart coming into the fifth tee:

This is the pack of douchebags that played behind us:
We were having a good time, but keeping up with the group in front of us. We would arrive at the tee, and they had yet to leave. So of course, the group behind us is right on our asses. Slow in front of us means we're slow too. These fuckers made the day... Right on our rears, and bitching to the course marshal the entire day about us breaking rules. We were doing nothing of the sort, just having fun. Unfortunately everyone of these fuckers acted as if they were Tiger Fucking Woods, and took the game just as serious.

Funny. looks to me like I'm the one playing with Tiger Woods' clubs, and even his balls. (Wait, that really sounds wrong, his GOLF BALLS!!!!!):

After nine holes, we were all in need of some refreshments:
(Note: Not exactly Haute Cuisine, but anyone who has spent some time in college will attest that for less than a buck a piece, nothing pairs better with a Polish Sausage than a PBR.)

Some in the group "couldn't do Pabst." Of course note his fancy capri pants... No wonder.

Here we are waiting:

For the group in front of us. Tiger and the gang right on our asses:
But hey, look how good we are with our balls (no, those balls were not placed there, that was the shot grouping. Brian's ball is nowhere to be found...):

Of course, homage must be paid to the people who work at the course to drive you out $6 beers:

By the next hole we were getting quite belligerent. Not from alcohol, but the assholes behind us. So we all worked on showing them our opinion (note, TimmyTim did in fact miss the fucking ball):

But Brian was there to show him how it was done:

By the next hole I think that TimmyTim had quite enough:

Further displayed by the splendid dismount from the golf cart, parked by locking up the brakes and sliding it sideways:

So much fun that Brian needed a smoke:

TimmyTim just wanted to make it faster:

But even after all that, we were still hitting the ball well. Here's Adams for the win on 14:

OK, maybe not that well. I think this one was in someone's pool:

So of course, more fun was to be had in the carts. TimmyTim here at full opposite lock, and full throttle (after futzing with the speed governor). Quite insane, but he did slide just inside of the tree:

But alas, the day was almost through:

And right after this it started to pour down rain. The rest of the round was nothing but us doing our best to piss off the douchebags who were behind us. They managed to keep right on our asses. Perhaps because we took just over two hours to play the last four holes of the course. Of course, them being dicks to us the whole day had nothing to do with it. I am sure that we felt bad that they spent two hours in the rain, the cold Seattle rain...

At the end of the day, we had a blast. Round three is in the works, and there will be many (and better) photos.