Who you calling a donkey?

So last Wednesday I finally went and played golf again. It's been a while since I've played and I had plans to play Pearl Country Club on Saturday so we decided to warm up at Pali. Now when we play, we have a rule that whomever has the highest score on the first hole has to keep score for the round. But we didn't feel it would be fair to make John keep score (since he doesn't really claim to be a golfer) so it was just between Mikey, Paul and myself.

Look at that smooth swing!

After the first hole, there was a tie for the highest score so no one was responsible for the scorecard. Actually, after the second hole the same thing happened. It wasn't until the third hole did we have a winner (or loser if you like). And as luck (or poor golf skills) would have it Mikey was in charge of the score card.

Mikey's swing was good enough to keep score

We were having a pretty good time playing golf, but it was brutally hot and humid. By the time we got to the 8th hole, we were all pretty beat. Now, next to the tee box on the 8th hole there are two Igloo's filled with ice water, but being pretty late in the day we weren't sure if there would be any water left. John got to the water first, so we asked him if there was any water in there. He shouted out, "No, it's pretty empty!"

He walked back and we asked him if he checked the other one. He replied no he didn't. So after our tee shots, Mikey and I head over there to check if there was any water in the other Igloo. Mikey got there first and I asked him if there was any water. He replied, "Yeah, there's plenty" and then he proceeded to basically pour water on the ground as I was walking over there. "Thanks a lot you ass," I shout to him.

"Actually," he said, "you're the ass. It's been my own private joke this whole day." He then handed me the score card and this is what I saw...

You can't tell from that shot, but I birdied the hole