Last week for date night, we randomly decided to play putt putt. I found a relatively cheap course nearby, so we drove out. Well, we found out why it was so cheap...the course was a joke! The greens were all curling up at the edges and there was no castle or waterfall or bridge or anything! It was big fat lame. BUT, instead of calling it quits, we decided to buy a bucket of balls and hit the driving range...that's when things got interesting....
I had never actually hit a golf ball for real before and it had been several years since Preston had gone, so we were both lookin like pros, as you can imagine. First we chose a spot, under a wooden porch type thing, because we wanted to be away from the other golfers (so as not to show them up, of course). But this spot proved to be a little dangerous...after a couple balls ricocheted off the beams and back at our heads, we decided to move out into the open. Preston had some great hits and I basically made a fool of myself - A successful date night!
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Was that wooden part above another platform to hit off? I've always wanted to go to a range where I could hit from a 2nd or 3rd story platform like on Happy Gilmore.
NO, this place wasn't NEARLY that fancy! We were just on ground level. You would have been so ashamed of me...I was awful.
Umm.. Do I see a future little Tiger Woods as your first child? He could be the albino version. Just think about it.
Tiger Shumway! Look out!
Well, Annette, you probably got your golfing ability from me.
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