I come from a golfing family... from my grandfather in his late eighties to my younger brother and everyone in between - we live and breathe golf (well, not all of us, but you get the idea). So, every year, in honor of my late Grandma Ruth (golfer
extraordinaire) the Chapman clan gathers for a leave-it-all-on-the-green tournament. We are divided into teams of 4 and set loose on the course.
Well, much to the
chagrin of the organizers, my family happens to be the best overall (my cousins should not refute this fact as they made sure to give us the heaviest handicap...+12) but we pulled through and won in the end! Our team consisted of my dad, my oldest brother Steve, my little brother Kevin, and then as the fourth player Shana, Mark, and me took turns with me teeing off, Shana hitting onto the green, and then Mark putting it in for us. We played best ball and had a blast!
Shana and Me hanging out looking like real golfers
(PS...I am like 5'7 and I look tiny next to Shana...I wish
I had long legs!)

Mark=non-golfer who just wants to have a good time
Dad=obsessed golfer

Shana=cutest golfer

Kevin=serious golfer

Steve=great golfer without a lot of time to play

For just out team, we had 4 golf carts...we were like our own little circus! It was Dad, Steve, Mark, Kevin, Kevin's girlfriend Jessica (who waited for him during his mission), Shana, and me!

As my Kevin was still studying for the Bar in Texas, I rode with my dad

Mark rode with Shana (duh...)

Waiting to tee off...
