"How you doin?"

Yes, "how you doin?" spoken with a Jersey accent was actually this beetles attempt to talk to a girl last night. Let me paint the picture for you...

We both notice this pretty cute girl enter the bar alone and drunk. She proceeds to dance with 2-3 dudes and then starts heading over to the Beet and I. I notice this and tell Beet to talk to her. This is when the fun began.

Beet: "how you doin"?
Girl: hi
Beet: *crickets*

The girl then thankfully walked away ending the longest most painful 30 seconds I have ever been apart of. I was actually so embarrassed by this train wreck that my head got really hot and I felt nauseous.

There is no way that this could possibly go wrong

Well guys, welcome to the beginning of the end of us officially turning gay. It really has been a wonderful trip, but being somewhat normal human beings was taking a tremendous toll on us. So how can we fix that? Launch a blog of course.

So it is here that I introduce Blacked Out Golfers, a special place where we can provide recaps of our exploits on the greens and have maybe 3 people read about it. Berg and I dreamed this idea up last night while getting shitbombed and there is no possible way that we'll ever come around to regret this.

So, if you ever feel the need to read about boatie cart girls, the running lawsuit against Berg by the Golf Cart Association Of America, this Beetle's theory of how every beer you consume on the course should result in a stroke shaved off your score, or perhaps just a general tip from ol' Ruffino (choke up on the club dammit!!), we'll have you covered.

The over/under on the length of time this blog is regularly updated will officially be set at 5 weeks.