Golf-—beer in hand: check that. I always thot golf involved loading up a cart with brewskis and all the balls and clubs you can afford to lose. Never did figger out why there were little holes all over the place? I once picked up the back end of a cart to get it out of a ditch the golfer dude had tried to cross. Making my case for sticking with the brewskis and avoid playing like you are good at something——that you ain’t——like driving.
I actually played in the company league for a couple of summers, and my game improved somewhat when I did - it was never really good, but it was fair. And fun. In those times, the beer was for the 19th hole.
On the other hand, playing in the annual open for the local bar involved a lot of beer, and a huge steak dinner at the end.
LOL!