I remember the last time that I played golf.  It was with John, Jason and Clifford.  I think we were at about the second hole when I stupidly stayed at the golf cart near the ladies tee.  John hit his drive shot, it bounced in front of the cart, and hit me in the chin.  Clifford ran up with a golf towel and some ice to put to put on it right away to help with the swelling.  The golf marshall came along right then and gave me a ride up to the club house where I had parked my car.  John, Jason and Clifford just kept on playing while I drove myself to the hospital to get stitches.

For Christmas that year, I gave John a gift ertificate to the driving range.