FLIP FLOP GOLF!
Testing my driver out with Tiger Wood’s Balls for blog: http://jellyjumbles.com/?p=211

On April 30th, I most likely will adversely impact global warming with the horrific swing of my golf clubs. Like a butterfly’s wings, I do a lot of whiffin’ with my clubs. Yes, I am participating in a golf tournament on a team consisting of four coworkers. My team mates are all men who don a perpetual mantle of jocularity. In plain English, they are fun. Currently, our team is nameless.  We need a name.

It goes without saying that a woman cannot talk golf with jocular-mantle wearing men without double entendres exploding in her face. Matters are made worse by the fact that one of my team mates doesn’t always pronounce his “Ls.” His “holes” sound like “hoes.” Playing “18 hoes” is a bit different than playing “18 holes.” Thank goodness he says “play” and not “pay.”

Our first attempt at team-name negotiating didn’t go well.  The following names were presented to me with the seriousness of Phil Mickelson on a tee box:

Lost Balls
Holey Ones
Small Holes, Big Balls
Hackers & Whackers
No Hoes Barred (guess who suggested this one)
Ball Busters
Whack Attack
Teasers & Pleasers
D-GAS (acronym for don’t give a shit)

Needless to say, we still don’t have a team name.  Stay tuned.