(Written November 12th, 2008)

Had a few too many at the clubhouse before hitting the first nine…?

The fountain continually fluidly flowing near the green making you somewhat cross-legged…?

Drank a few too many beers and now you’re playing golf with a popped collar while hitting on the refreshments chick and trying not to piss yourself…?

Have you ran way too often to the “concealed” protection of the nearby woods only to find the pair behind you thinking you’re strangely signaling them to play through…?

Meet the UroClub (THIS IS NOT A JOKE). “The only club in your bag guaranteed to keep you out of the woods!”