[BIRD33]

Had lunch with some customers yesterday that went at least 3 hours and hooked up with my boys on the links apparently pretty drunk.This was an email I got this morning that was sent to all my friends.



While playing golf at SO and So Golf course yesterday, I started to receive strange phone calls. An BIRD33 kept calling rambling about Vodka Gimlets and other alcoholic beverages. He then called sixteen more times during the front nine demanding to know what hole I was on.

He insisted I meet him at the third hole, but I insisted he meet us in the parking lot. When he did, he through his clubs and shoes across the Cart's bin, stood on the back bumper, and proceeded to berate us with insults in an attempt to get us to drive him to the tee boxes.

Finally, he accepted the fact that he needed his own cart. When he went in to get one, we drove to the tee boxes. A few minutes later he rejoined us, gently saying hello by crashing the side of his cart into ours.

When it was his turn to hit he placed his ball just to the left of the ladies tee. Noticing a group on the tenth tee had observed his week attempt, he felt the need to scold them. "Fuck you assholes, you can go fuck yourselves," was the message he had for them.

They looked on, actually they stared in confused amazement, not knowing how to react. BIRD then perplexed them further, as he drove past his ball and into their fairway. There he dropped a ball and hit back onto ours.

He had trouble keeping his clubs in his bag throughout the rest of the round. Not to mention, his bag had trouble staying on his cart, as he drove it much the same way the Duke boys handled the General Lee.

And if you are wondering, his score reflected his state of mind. I won't throw out a number, but let's just say, BIRD+Vodka+Golf=$$$ for anybody with a clue.

Enjoy your day Gentlemen.

I am reminded of this story about once a year by friends.Apparently I was a mess.