First of all, let me say this: I am horrible at any sport where I have to hit something with another something. So if you're playing baseball, softball, tennis, hockey, or yes, golf, you *don't* want me on your team. Even up until 10am this morning, I wasn't sure if I was going to show up at today's O-Week Golf Tournament.
Long story short, I am very glad I went. Though Gary's golfer get-up (short shorts, thigh-high socks, and giant hat included) alone could have made the trip worth it, the three super-sweet guys in my group totally made my day. Big shout out to Prentiss, Jeff, and Nacho: Thank you for lending me golf balls and tees, teaching me how to swing the club, wading through the reeds to find my pink ball, and boosting my confidence with calls of "nice hit" and "great putt." You all are awesome.