I did forget to mention one thing about the trip west. One afternoon three people decided to hit the par three golf course. One person has his own clubs and was golfing the week before. But the other two, who are visitors in this strange land have to rent some junk golf clubs and have not golfed in about 6 months. Final Scores please: Lonni - 36 Kristina - 39 SCOTT - 40
Thanks for buying the burgers and beer that night Scooter, they were delicious.
News addendum:
3 beers and 3 shoulder surgeries later Scott (The Kat Dancer), Senior Athlete of the Year 1971, almost twice the age of his golfmates, gallantly tried to represent the Grunst tradition of golf at it's finest (hit and hope), lost in a close match after destroying the Grunst Patriarch, DOOD, the week before.
"It was hard keeping my concentration when my golfmate's skin was so white the glare was blinding", Scott said shaking his head. "Beating DOOD was my main focus the last 2 weeks", Scott continued, "these kids where just for fun".
Ooooh! When Scott asked if you would want to go golfing I told him definitely and that Kristina would probably kick his ass. I love it when I'm right.
Next Scott will be claiming that Liv jarred his concentration by singing Nsync songs.
Posted by: erin at March 31, 2003 01:24 PM