Avid golf players beware: your practiced stroke means nothing when putting on a loop-de-loop par 3 covered in Astroturf. At least, that’s what 3e discovered when we all headed to Golf Zone in charming Chaska, Minn., for a few rounds of the sport’s distant, distant cousin, Putt-Putt.
As it turned out, most of us stepped up to the “tee box” with a misshapen putter and a knack for guessing angles. Our beginner’s luck was found in the split seconds of silence when the peanut gallery was too busy drinking their three-two beers to jeer us on. Hit the ball, they say. Just shoot, they say. Sorry, this club’s fluorescent pink grip is distracting us from putting the lime green ball into that hole blocked by a faux-boulder. Oh, what’s that? A hole-in-one? That’s right. And the closest most of us have been to a green in the past year was that time we accidently flipped to ESPN during The Masters.
In reality, we weren’t all that lucky. Instead, the majority of us were forced to thoroughly enjoy ourselves regardless of the game — which turned out to be much easier than trying to shoot well on holes that looked more suited for remote control cars than golf balls.
It was a good time.