The 19th hole. The place where stories are told, sorrows are drowned, roosters crow, and heads hang low. It’s yet another dimension to this wonderful game that is almost as essential as the game itself. A place where the quick study can learn more over one beer about his mates (and himself) as on the course itself. And, on a lighter note, a place where one can learn about the finer things in life. That’s what this hole is reserved for. A fine cigar, a smooth scotch, or a tasty beer. Or a whopper of a tale. All fair game here at the 19th hole.