Travis, Nathan, Dad and I all ponied up for a Groupon enhanced evening of fun at Top Golf.
I must say that it was really, really fun. Like a couple of rollercoasters, we each experienced our own high moments of pinpoint control followed closely and directly by deep and seemingly everlasting canyons of scorelessness. Let's just say that Tiger Woods doesn't have anything to worry about. Okay, that was a bad analogy.
The refreshments were tasty and came in a bucket. Hard to complain about that.
After slaying the dreaded Shankopotumus and exhausting our supply of chip-encoded golf balls, the only thing left to do was to sit back and watch Nathan shatter the shaft of his driver, thus enabling his big bertha club-head the freedom to fly out, unfettered, into the playing field. Yikes!
Personally, I think you got hosed. After detaching, that giant chunk of hardened steel flew straight out near the center ring of the middle target. The least they could have done was to award you some sympathy points.
Ben O.
