Putts better than Tiger's
All friends a dozen years now, with Matt visiting from New Mexico, Tom and I arranged an 11 a.m. tee time at the local miniature golf course.
The one time a year we play it, we take miniature golf very seriously.
Here we are reading greens. Or being Hamburglars. Whatever. Who knows. One year Jeff played with a broken wrist and beat everyone.
My highlight this year was getting a hole-in-one on the wrong hole.
On 18, I aimed to hit through bushes to the green. The ball went awry.
Over the berm, into the trees, down the hill, onto 17, into the hole!
The fantastic disaster cost me a share of victory. Tom, congratulations.
We retired to Big Buns burger shop, where we met buddy Jeff amid his packing for Puerto Rico, wondered if the folks in this photo knew what the shop was doing to them, found a shady table outside, caught up on life, and consumed quality burgers, shakes and sweet potato fries.
August 10th, 2010 at 5:07 PM
I recall this as a particularly tricky course — at least for interns, and intern coordinators. And if I also recall, it was tough and there was not even any alcohol involved!
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