Linda and I were playing a par 3 course and got paired with a couple of buddies.
One guy was maybe 6' - 6'2" and on the heavier side. The other guy was a midget.
Both maybe in their mid 50s?
Par 3 course so things move pretty fast. The two of them are drinking beers non-stop
and are seriously funny as all hell. Definitely cool with their mutt & jeff thing and they'd
work that in. The other hilarious thing was the little guy was POUNDING the brews and had
no gumption whatsoever of politely excusing himself and then ducking around a bush -
since he simply couldn't hold the stuff in!
Gotta give him props that he was respectful of Lin at all times. Even hammered.
Only bummer was the last hole was right along side the driving range. On the green
and 'plunk' someone's wicked slice clocked the big guy right off top the head.
Wasn't wearing a hat so it opened a nice little Y gash and it bled like all head wounds do.
Little guy was livid and ready to kill if someone had stepped forward and plead guilty.
Was impossible not to think of Kramer and Mickey at that point.
Just had to picture them both plastered out of their minds.
Both our stomachs hurt later that night from laughing so hard all afternoon.
