How it all began...


It all started several years ago when the founding fathers were between sets lifting weights.  That's when Andrew went into the house to grab a drink and Greg grabbed a club and started swinging.  Andrew then brought out a whiffle golf ball and tossed it in front of the club and said, "Hit that tree over there."  We then took turns aiming at targets and swilling beer.  In south Florida, the sun was setting and the autumn temperature finally began to drop. "How nice it would be to play when it is cool all the time, but its always dark!" Why can't we play at night and light some stuff up.....and while we're at it, let's make a game of it...."   The rest, my friends, is history in this small town .


Ergo Bibamus!
Latin translation: "Therefore, We Drink!"