I am not a newbie to MGC, but I was and it wasn’t that long ago. Although it took me several years to finally take the ‘red pill’ and make it to an MGC outing, from the moment I landed in Utah for the BEER OLYMPICS, it felt like I had always been a part of it. Partly true, as I knew most of the guys but I still had to prove my worth – Misha made sure that I didn’t forget that until my chance came. Representing team Iceland, I had my clubs, gear and attitude ready to take down the Mormon state.
I landed the day before the festivities, so that I could get acclimated. Pat, Tony, Brendan and I were able to grab some good food, a little beer and some golf before the rest of the crew started piling in and I think the extra day of (golf/beer/brotherhood) was a great way to get started! Utah was a blast, here’s what I took away from that first trip:
- MGC has a Mulligan rule – pace yourself. Or don’t, I didn’t and shot an 84. I couldn’t see straight for 18 hours, but I shot an 84!
- Someone might die. It has yet to happen, but not for lack of trying (I was a candidate, but I wussed out and let Benji take honors for getting closest).
- I’m not a chef. The wings I made were pretty awesome (I’m also humble, just ask me) but the time spent would have been better spent elsewhere. We either order wings or hire a chef!
- No one owns the van, but the driver is the boss!
- Escape rooms need a safe word.
- Nearly everyone wears the panties, but only some of us wear them with STYLE
- The digs are sick. Utah was bad ass, VA lite was perfect for the smaller group and San Diego looks to be the best of them all!
Now I’m a crafty veteran of the MGC as I have a whole 1 and a half trips under my belt and the biggest take away I have from each of these trips is that they are priceless and although I was late to the party, I don’t plan to miss another. And late is fashionable, so I hear.
Shout out to Misha for helping me prove my worth – I was late to the scavenger hunt and he had me play catchup at the bar. SHOTS!!!