Monday (Office Golf) edition: Wha’ Happened?
Posted on June 22nd, 2009 – 8:40 AMBy Michael Rand
We are likely mere minutes from embarking on what should be a most excellent, even if somewhat abbreviated, Great Baseball Road Trip. When the schedule originally came out, we thought the idea of a Milwaukee-St. Louis-K.C. swing to see the Twins in all spots would be grand. But things get more complicated as our travel party gets older. Of the four other regulars on this trip, one is driving his wife cross-country for a job opportunity; one is buying a house and getting married this summer; one is in dental school; and one has a son under a year old. Us? Well, we decided it also might not be good to be in Kansas City eating bbq and watching baseball during our second wedding anniversary. So, it’s a short jaunt — just to Milwaukee and back, starting today and coming back after Thursday’s afternoon game — with talk of maybe another weekend trip in August to include some of the guys who can’t make it to Milwaukee. But hey: we all adapt and have fun regardless of what the schedule throws at us.
Especially if it involves a little Monday action at the U.S. Open.
Make up the rules as you go along. Diddy is on his way. It’s time to do this thing.
11 Responses to "Monday (Office Golf) edition: Wha’ Happened?"
Well, we decided it also might not be good to be in Kansas City eating bbq and watching baseball during our second wedding anniversary
Yeah, you want to save that kind of romance for year 10.
Office Golf Rule: If Phil Mickelson sinks an eagle putt to tie for the lead, jump up on your chair and rub your moobs together.
Phil Mickelson = Greg Norman + moobies
GBRT should stand for:
Gloriously Boring Randball Time.
That last comment should have ended with,
/jealous I can’t go anywhere cause of newboy.
newbie - babies aren’t tethered to the homestead, you know. My oldest went to the Outback Bowl at 3 months old. God help me, his first football game was a Hawkeye game, but he went. They make great chick magnets, too.
Dear Newbie,
I’ll use this Randball lull to address an issue. Gleaning from previous comments, I am guessing that newboy may eventually be either a Diamond Path Elementary Panda, a Higland Elementary Scottie, or a Greenleaf Elementary Gator.
Just so you know, Pandas are hella awesome and they rule. Scotties are cool too. Gators are stupid and they have smelly butts. A kid from Greenleaf named Paul pooped his pants and then he hid his underwear above the hanging ceiling in his basement until his mom found it and then he got in trouble. This information was given to me by older neighborhood kids when I was approximately 9 years old. Feel free to use this important information in any potential future school choice decisions.
Sincerely,
CS
Newbie
Please ignore everything from AZ’s post above.
Taking a baby to a sporting event is like taking a baby on an airplane. You only do it if you have to and even then everyone around you wants to punt the baby onto the field at the first sound of crying.
I think there should be an age minimum on kids at sporting events. It’s working so well for the NBA it has to work in other aspects of life.
Luckily jama never leaves the basement, so he’ll never have a kid, let alone need to take it anywhere.
C-Dog’s first sporting event was when he was four months old (Giants game at AT&T Park). We sang “take me out to the ball game” every day for a month preceding, and his expression when 40,000+ folks sang the song to him at the game was priceless.
AZ
I agree! Let’s just hope Mom doesn’t have anymore either.
