It’s the Member-Guest this weekend, folks.
The stakes couldn’t be higher.
I am the defending champion, having won in thrilling fashion last year with my partner Bo.
I like both Bos.
Last year, I clinched victory with a sliding eight-footer in bare feet.
Did I need to make the putt?
No, we could have two-putted for the win.
Did my Bo do the vast majority of the work to get us there?
Historians debate, then arrive at yes.
But I choose to be the hero of my own story.
Walking off the green, I was blasted with champagne.
In wet white pants, I worried I might upset the family atmosphere.
Champions are typically given more leash when it comes to inappropriate attire.
These are the moments you dream of as a recreational golfer.
So here we are.
I’m not sure if that’s a good place to be in.
I suspect I’d rather be in the middle of the pack of a lower flight.
The order is tall, and perfection will be needed to find ourselves vying for the shootout on Saturday.
But as they say, golf is a fickle game.
Five nine-hole rounds to determine a flight winner who will ascend to the shootout, where anything can happen.
In that case, we turn to drink.
Either way, I can’t fucking wait.
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