Beer Made Me Do It

Finally, with a the hot Arizona sun to my back as I've been chasing it all day. I look down to the last hole of play, the last chance to give my sticks and little white balls the justification I am a golfer, at least one worthy to play with them. I take a large gulp of a Coors Light which has become luke-warm and stale.. Still, I tee up and eye the pin as is swirls back and forth. Nino, my best friend yells mustard or some stupid *** and as I swing there is a huge gust of wind that pulls the ball directly on the green and rolls 6 ft. the our wildest surprise. It was Victory... Beer me