Originally Posted By: steveg
HA! That takes me back to the mid-70s. One of my neighbors was a semi-pro golfer, and he and I played every weekend. But we packed more than our bags on the cart. A bottle of Chivas sat in the utility box btwn the seats, and we would kill that bottle before we'd done 16 holes! Falling into water traps was almost routine! eek laugh

Not to mix sports here, but when we lived in mid-nowhere Illinois, the only entertainment regularly available to us was bowling. Not that any of us was good at it, but what with a beer or six it passed the evenings. But we warned people: don't stand behind Dr. Z when she was up for her turn at the lanes. In fact, if at all possible, leave the building. After that 6th beer, you never know where her ball would end up going.
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