You could be forgiven for thinking that a golf game broke out at a drug weekend because that appears to be what happened at this years Open. If the commitment to golf had matched the vigour in which minds were addled by class A drugs, this years tourney would have been a stabie fest. To everyone's surprise, drugs, sleep deprivation and fatigue do not equate to amazing golf scores. This is an epiphany only to us.
Saturday was a great round of golf at The Pines, a hidden gem of a course with one of the best clubhouse views in the country. The weather gods shone on us and Wonkie won the day with a terrific 38 stables to head into Sunday in good shape. Spid, Parko and Mitch made up the rest of the leader board in genuine contention on Day 2.
However it was Queenslands finest who took the honours, never have so many points been scored by a man who refuses to use his own fairway. Well done mate, your commitment to getting fucked up off the course whilst maintaining the ability to perform on course is admirable.
The Wall of Open shame.
The Drugs are Bad mmkay award for shambolic Saturday night behaviour is shared this year between everyone.
The what the fuck just happened award for restauranteurs wondering just exactly what the fuck just happened in their establishment goes to the Quay. Their tolerance for our special needs was exceptional.
The its 7.30pm on a Saturday night and I'm already toasted in the membrane award goes to Mitch and Graeme.
Best golfer award goes to Mitch, well one bro, outstanding.
Dildo Baggins award for the shittest of shit performances goes to ... Adi. 5 points on the back nine at Waipu was fucking diabolical.
Great weekend boys, that was our 18th Open and I reckon the best yet.
