Putt-Putt

As early as I can remember I’ve always been in search of my niche in life. And, on occasion, I fell into certain things where I lucked up. (A non-Calvinistic term) 

There were a few areas where there was moderate success. I typically did well in verbal areas like an interview context for our high school DECA class. Or being the orator at the school play. One area that I fell into was putt-putt. I went to a Charlotte Professional Putt-Putt Course and played one day. I saw they had a tournament and decided to enter it. I liked it and figured I was going to make 100,000 as a Professional Putt-Putt Champion. I suppose I didn’t do well that night, I don’t remember. But I do remember getting hooked. I would go up on Mondays as early as I could after work and practice for hours to get ready for the tournament that night.

During this time I met Putt-Putt friends and developed a few relationships. We had a good thing going. We also had a system. We would put dings in the sides of the metal rails (if it was a bank shot) so we would know exactly where to hit the ball to get it in. It was not a matter of aiming at the hole on most shots. It was much easier than that. We would aim at the ding on the rail about 3 or 10 or whatever feet in front of you. If you hit the spot and had the right speed, then it was nearly impossible to miss.

The real challenge was that all the regulars knew this so it was still a matter of some skill since we all were doing the same thing. It became a battle of who could do it better. The rookies didn’t have this advantage so they were never a challenge unless one was exceptionally skilled w/o the inside information.

There was one night that was one of those nights where I was on fire. I birdied 8 out of 9 holes on the front nine. Par was 36 for the whole course. I was sitting at 10 under on the front nine. Eighteen would be par on the front nine, smok’in. I three-putted (bogeyed) on the back nine, birdied and pared the rest of the way. I shot a 23 if I remember correctly, which means I birdied 13 out of 18 holes. It was the night of my life. It felt good. The trophy on that night was mine. It was my fifteen minutes of fame. That was a memory.

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