No. Weâre worse than bad. But we carry ourselves like tour pros, which balances everything out.
A mulligan is a second chance after a terrible shot. We take them liberally. Spiritually. Sometimes before the first swing.
Heâs real. Whether or not what he does counts as âgolfâ is still under review.
Absolutely. We follow our own rules, which include birds (not birdies), pants-based penalties, and yelling âthatâs goodâ from 12 feet away.
For accountability, comedy, and to make other golfers feel better about themselves. Itâs basically public service.
A mix of decent clubs, regret, and occasionally someone elseâs 7-iron from the lost & found.
Yes. But under no circumstances should you follow them.
Mostly. Unless you consider golf tantrums, minor injuries, and accidental bird strikes inappropriate.
Oh, we camp. Sometimes even on purpose. Between the bugs, burnt hot dogs, and Kyle (aka Mulligan Boy) snoring, itâs a full adventure every time.
Define âknow.â We can pitch a tent, light a fire, and usually remember the matches on the second try. Beyond that, itâs a learning experience every trip.
All of it. Tent camping, truck camping, and occasionally unintentional sleeping-in-the-truck camping when it rains harder than we expected.
Anything we donât burn. Usually ends up being sâmores and instant coffee because those are hard to mess up (weâve tried, though).
Not entirely. Itâs also an excuse to avoid chores, work emails, and explaining our golf scores to people who actually know how to play.
Mostly, yes. If the cameras are off, itâs probably because something caught fire or fell in the lake. Those moments tend to happen a lot.
A mix of borrowed tents, half-charged lanterns, and whatever survived the last trip. Basically, REI meets yard sale.
We try to be! But sometimes a shank or burnt hot dog slips through the censorship department (which is also us).