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May 31, 2005

Reason to Live #1: The Friendship Cup


Established in 1993 among a trio of novice golfers including your humble host, Jim and Scott, the Friendship Cup is traditionally awarded whenever all of the participants can convince their wives to let them go golfing instead of doing chores. Needless to say, this is a rare event indeed.

Our friend Doug was later added in the interest of creating a foursome, but this later proved to be a mistake, since Doug has the rudimentary beginnings of what could be considered golfing skills, which is more than the rest of us could claim.

Whenever the four of us can gather, the cupholder brings the trophy to the field of competition, and that day's winner takes the cup home after a ceremony wherein he writes his name and date on the ball he used on the 18th hole and places it in the cup, securing his place for all eternity.

Right now Doug has the cup, but he has been the unfortunate beneficiary of my move away from Virginia (where the other three cup-challengers live) and my bout with cancer, which has stalled competition and kept the cup in his possession longer than the bum deserves.

In the picture, you can see two golf balls resting atop the coveted trophy. On the left is the first ball ever to win the Friendship Cup. Note the word "Dan" on that ball. I earned that win, too, not with play on the links, but by overcoming the creative scoring techniques employed by Jim and Scott in the inaugural event. Alas, I have not held the cup since. The other ball, I think, is the most recent Doug win. Yadda yadda.

Suffice it to say that Cup competition separates the men from the rodents. Chemotherapy is cleansing me, making me whole, staightening the hitch in my backswing. I will emerge from cancer - I MUST emerge from cancer - to once again claim my rightful rank as cupholder. Beware, Jim, Scott and Doug. We will soon once again separate the men from the rodents. Or shall I say, me from you.

Oh, and this is you:


Nyah Nyah.

Posted by Dan at May 31, 2005 03:29 PM

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You are too funny! Just for the record, I never have kept Jim from playing for the cup in order to do chores! (He wouldn't do them anyway!)

Posted by: Bonnie at May 31, 2005 07:00 PM

Thanks baby for making me look so good in the eyes of the entire PC!

I'm nearly finished with the bathroom, are there any other chores I can do for you? Walk the dogs? Pick up the kids from school? How about if I draw you a real nice hot bubble bath?

Posted by: jim at June 1, 2005 12:53 PM

That's right! I've got the Cup! And I know there have been unavoidable circumstances that have kept us from the heat of competition, but all in due time. Perhaps you can pick out a nice 18-hole course in OBX.....say Pirate's Cove or maybe Jungle Adventure?

You name the place, the Cup is up for grabs!

From your humble champion!

Posted by: Doug at June 1, 2005 12:57 PM

Doug, I dunno.. according to Bonnie's assessment of jim's chore-working ability, may just going to their house could count as Jungle Adventure.

Posted by: Dan at June 2, 2005 07:16 AM

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