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Let’s drink and play golf

Christopher Bedford Former Editor in Chief, The Daily Caller News Foundation
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It was 8:45 in the morning, and we were pretty sure it was going to be a good day for charity when the breakfast buffet began with sausage-and-egg sandwiches and ended with a pitcher of Bloody Mary mix and a bottle of Absolut vodka. That way, we knew, the bartender couldn’t skimp. Power to the people and all that.

Oh, and then they gave us these:

They let us drive these things.

They let us drive these things.

The J Street Golf Cup is in its 11th year of supporting good causes, and for a donation of between $250 and $10,000, folk can spend a day playing golf with coworkers and friends while raising money for two seriously good military-related charities.

The charities, No Greater Sacrifice Foundation and the Armed Services YMCA, benefit not just the serving members, but their families, and the children of the fallen in particular. It’s hosted at the Mount Vernon Country Club, not far from our first president’s estate. It’s a beautiful course, and its beauty is accentuated by the young ladies who pilot the beer carts to the golfers scattered across the course.

Everything, from the sponsors and charities, to the location and beer cars, is brought together by the J Street Cup — a 501(c)(3). Referring to the Washington street that doesn’t exist, J Street is an organization made up of D.C.-area folks involved in politics and communications, with efforts spearheaded by DDC Advocacy.

Pretty fly.

Pretty fly.

Representing The Daily Caller were salesmen Chad Brady and Jake Berube, who dominated the green fields and sand dunes, bestriding and drinking lakes when parched. They also didn’t win because they didn’t exaggerate their handicaps enough they’re no good at putting. But hey, when we’re spending our Monday golfing near Mount Vernon, everybody wins, right, guys?

While it remains unclear if Jake was better than Chad (Jake was better), TheDC was able to confirm that Chad’s golf hat was signed by Darius Rucker, who, we learned, is pretty good at golf, hates to be called Hootie, and didn’t ask Chad if he could sign his hat.

Oh, and for anyone out there whose buddy played, and you suspect their lying about their score or their handicap? Well, here are the scores:

The final tally.

The final tally.

So there we have it, ladies and gentlemen. Job well done.

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