Three colleagues and myself participated in a golf tournament yesterday at a very nice resort. It was “work-related.” Luckily for all those involved it was a best-ball tournament, which meant less stress and more fun – especially with the flowing beer. It brought back memories from when I worked at Woodensticks, and now I’m contemplating taking the sport back up again next summer once I have some money to buy some sticks. Although I keep saying that about everything…”once I have some money again.” It will happen though