Golf, Or Something Like It
I got an e-mail last week from one of my old coworkers.
It was time for the annual company golf tournament
and he needed a fourth player for his team.
I haven't worked for that company for over twelve
years. But . . . would I go play golf for FREE?
Sure, why not? Weird golf course though - this
was the first hole:

A 90-yard par 3. Not something you see every day!
The "theme" of the tournament ("golf" is usually enough for
me, but I wasn't going to argue -- it was free) was "James
Bond". It's a software company, so my team was called
"Spyware". Um. . . clever, eh?!? :) We never saw who
was on the "Octopussy" team . . .
There were "James Bond" trivia questions posted at every hole.
The team with the highest number of correct answers apparently
would win a prize. I know NOTHING about those movies.
Here's my team captain phoning in suspicious activity
to HQ:

Actually he was taking a call from his wife. But that's the real HQ.
We didn't win. But did I mention it was free???
Stories were recounted. My famous exit interview was revisited.
A fine time was had by all. Same time NEXT year?!?
This company had (and still has) a policy of "free soda". They
give it away at the office, and they had coolers all over the
golf course. I think the owner must be diabetic, such is the
obsession with soda.
On Sunday, I played my "home course" with the usual bunch
of smartass perverts. Heh. I guess you'd have to know them.
Don't all the lost golf balls in this water hazard look like
some weird kind of fungi??
. . . or maybe lots of bird poop . . .

They really were all golf balls though. Except for the 38th
one from the left -- that one IS bird poop.
You know what's funny about golf? When you play every day,
you get better. Weird. And too bad it was only those two days.
Ha . . . I'm probably back to sucking by now.
Hey, remember my CD challenge? "You have so many, you'll
never listen to them all" ?? Update: I'm a month and a half in.
I started at the "1" discs ("15.60.75 The Numbers Band") and
have moved up to the "B" discs (currently "Bantam: Suicide
Tourist"). 68 discs into it. I have a long way to go. Hey --
just like my golf game.
I just hope it wasn't our lousy play that killed Miss Moneypenny!
It was time for the annual company golf tournament
and he needed a fourth player for his team.
I haven't worked for that company for over twelve
years. But . . . would I go play golf for FREE?
Sure, why not? Weird golf course though - this
was the first hole:
A 90-yard par 3. Not something you see every day!
The "theme" of the tournament ("golf" is usually enough for
me, but I wasn't going to argue -- it was free) was "James
Bond". It's a software company, so my team was called
"Spyware". Um. . . clever, eh?!? :) We never saw who
was on the "Octopussy" team . . .
There were "James Bond" trivia questions posted at every hole.
The team with the highest number of correct answers apparently
would win a prize. I know NOTHING about those movies.
Here's my team captain phoning in suspicious activity
to HQ:
Actually he was taking a call from his wife. But that's the real HQ.
We didn't win. But did I mention it was free???
Stories were recounted. My famous exit interview was revisited.
A fine time was had by all. Same time NEXT year?!?
This company had (and still has) a policy of "free soda". They
give it away at the office, and they had coolers all over the
golf course. I think the owner must be diabetic, such is the
obsession with soda.
On Sunday, I played my "home course" with the usual bunch
of smartass perverts. Heh. I guess you'd have to know them.
Don't all the lost golf balls in this water hazard look like
some weird kind of fungi??
They really were all golf balls though. Except for the 38th
one from the left -- that one IS bird poop.
You know what's funny about golf? When you play every day,
you get better. Weird. And too bad it was only those two days.
Ha . . . I'm probably back to sucking by now.
Hey, remember my CD challenge? "You have so many, you'll
never listen to them all" ?? Update: I'm a month and a half in.
I started at the "1" discs ("15.60.75 The Numbers Band") and
have moved up to the "B" discs (currently "Bantam: Suicide
Tourist"). 68 discs into it. I have a long way to go. Hey --
just like my golf game.
I just hope it wasn't our lousy play that killed Miss Moneypenny!
3 Comments:
Looks like fun! I haven't played since I moved here and I live on a golf course. Crazy.
i simply don't get golf. playing, watching, you name it. i don't get it.
Bud: That's just wrong...get out there!
Melissa: see new post!
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