Golf Shouldn’t Be This Fun

The company golf tournament was the one day of the year when otherwise sane employees went completely nuts, fueled by alcohol and some less-than-legal substances.

“We get Baxter.”

“No, he’s ours—you got him last year.”

“What’s the deal with Baxter?” an intern asked.


“Just that he’s the greatest of all time!”

“How so?”

“Just watch.”

Baxter ripped off his shirt and gyrated like Elvis.

“Baxter! Baxter!” The crowd cheered wildly.

He teed off. The club flew out of his hands and shattered a clubhouse window. Golfers dove for cover.

The crowd high-fived and shot-gunned beers.

Baxter was just getting started.


Prompt: Golf with GOATS