Who are we, you ask?

First up, our fearless leader, Jayme. He’s the guy who organizes the whole trip, books the courses, and still somehow finds time to bust everyone’s chops from sunup to sundown. Without Jayme, none of this happens. With Jayme, none of us enjoy it quietly.

Next, we’ve got Pat. He’s in charge of scoring and rules. Which is great, because nothing says ‘fun golf trip’ like a guy reading rule 14.3a from the USGA handbook while you’re still trying to fish your ball out of a swamp. Pat, thanks for keeping it official, brother.

Then there’s Pete - our resident hack whose game is heading in the wrong direction. Pete is the only guy who can hit three shots in a row and end up further away from the green than when he started. How’s that for talent.

Let’s not forget Van. Van is basically Yelp with cholesterol. The guy knows everything when it comes to fast-food franchises in America. If you need to know the closest Chick-fil-A or the best Taco Bell within a hundred miles, Van’s got you.

Heeere’s Johnny! — the pride of his home state of Indiana. This guy can hit the ball a mile. Unfortunately, it’s usually a mile left or a mile right. If you hear a sonic boom followed by someone yelling ‘FORE!’ — that’s not a fighter jet, it’s Johnny.

And then we have Michael. He’s such a nice guy… which is good, because his handicap is higher than the Empire State building. You know it’s bad when the GHIN app asks, ‘Are you sure you want to post this score?’ Just kidding, Michael. One of us can relate, believe me.

And last, and definitely least, there’s Chris. Or should we say, the ghost of Chapel Hill. Lately he’s been “too busy” to play golf - which translated means: he finally realized how much time and money he wasted with us. Chris, we miss you, buddy… but apparently not as much as you miss whatever’s happening in Chapel Hill.