Challenge Journal

Last August, we kept a golfer's journal (Old Crow Challenge Beer Can Golf Open) to recollect drunken events of the challenge and laugh at them later. This year, we shall keep and update a journal on the blog for your entertainment and so we can recall things that we surely won't remember.

As of right now, I don't know who will be participating fully or who will be updating this journal, but I assure you me (Brick) and PLC will chime in with regular updates now and then.

Thursday, August 9, the year of our Lord MMIX (3:55 p.m. EST): As this is my first update, I would like to share with you the events that have occurred thusfar in the challenge. Last evening (while in my hometown), I drove up to the liquor store to purchase some Old Crow before I made the drive up to Ann Arbor. Sitting at my house, antsy for the Challenge, I decided to concoct myself a cocktail - citing that one beverage would quell my anxiousness. Hours later, I was quite drunk by myself -I simply couldn't resist the wait for the Challenge (this drunkenness is why the previous post was created, so you can thank Old Crow for that sentimental gem). I woke up hungover, but determined to get to BOX. Upon arrival, I found Dan -the newest member of BOX - already consuming an Old Crow cocktail. I knew at this moment that Dan would fit in perfectly at BOX.

4:50 p.m. The first casualty of the Challenge: Dan. He is asleep on the porch.

9:22 p.m. Paul is blackout, smoking cigarettes one after another in his room. He just asked me, "how you more drank than me?" For his case, he has indeed drank more than half a half gallon.

Friday

1;01 p.m. People have awaken, and people don't have recollection of the previous night. Although I know old BOX was here to rage.

7l05 p.m. Dan's testacles were just succombed to a vacuum cleaner; he did not awake from his pass out position.

Concluding Statements

If you were following this at all, you probably noticed that the journal came to an abrupt halt about halfway through the challenge. This is because we lost our cable and internet sometime late in the night Friday, which was almost certainly caused by something one of us did, although god knows who or what the hell caused it.

A quick recap will have to suffice. In total we consumed 7 half gallons in four nights (even though the fourth night no one drank a lot because I think we all felt as if we were on our death beds). A success in my book. The Old Crow Challenge Beer Can Golf tournament came to an abrupt halt when Paul quit after going 30 over par on the first 12 holes, then decided to chain smoke in his room. Old BOX members came over and graciously decided to throw all the Club Keno cards I had bagged up in trash bags (you might remember this from an earlier post which depicted my room filled entirely with Keno cards) and threw them all over the house. I'm pretty sure Al went to a party in nothing but his boxers, I was informed I was laying in an alleyway on the way to a bar, general debauchery, etc.

When I look back at last year's count of 8 half gallons in 5 days, I really wonder how we did it. They say the first time is always the best, and perhaps it was. I was feeling horrible after the second night, but at least could manage to drink, but I could barely get one drink of Old Crow down on the fourth day. I couldn't even ponder going a fifth day - as we did last year. Still, the challenge was a success, and as Paul and I concluded, I plan to continue this tradition every August for the rest of my life.

With the challenge over, we have a gruelling week-to-week 1/2 period where there won't be much going on. . . but everyday we inch closer and closer to the hallowed welcome week.