Seven Pax braved the traffic and the risk of being seen in the light to adventure to Top Golf for an impromptu Q.
One of the Pax brought his own clubs(yeah, that guy), and another left the office at 5:30 and went to “COSTCO” before the appointed tee time of 6:30.(sure he did).
Much like the many forms that a plank can take at the end of a Q, the same can be said for the golf “swings” of the Pax. In between a few well struck shots were some line drives, slices, duck hooks, and stone cold tops.
Towards the end of the Q, one of the Pax was smart enough(or brave enough) to don a glove to improve his score(didn’t help😉).
As usual, the entire Pax had a difficult time counting and this led to mass confusion when it came to recording scores…
Perhaps the best part of the evening was the mumble chatter that spread around the table as golf balls were sprayed left and right. The Pax reminisced about those men who, like Sam Norten says in Shawshank Redemption ,”Lord, it’s a miracle. Man up and disappeared like a fart in the wind!” Where do these guys go?
And least we forget, Heisenberg now knows what a Merkin is thanks to Flo’s education of the Badlanders. Hopefully he will be able to share that wisdom with the townies so they too can understand the true meaning of the simple exercise we sometimes call a push-up.
The evening was closed out with ten simple merkins by two guys trying to get their 200 in. It is believed that all of the Pax enjoyed breaking bread together and will attempt it once again. SYITG