Choosing your team isn’t about handicaps—it’s about who’ll bring the laughs, the sledges, and maybe a half‑decent drive. Line up the mate who swears they’re “pro,” the one who’s just here for the beers, and that wildcard who somehow finds every bunker on the course. At the end of the day, it’s less about the scorecard and more about the bragging rights, the banter, and who’s buying the first round at the 19th.