On Wednesday night Greg and I decided to have our final big date before LoraLee was born. We had some coupons for Castles and Coasters so we decided to go miniature golfing. It was more like goofy golfing for us but we had fun.
I promise we are not tree hugger's, but on this one hole we are thankful for a swinging log. On this hole both Greg and I got hole-in-one's. Greg received it because the swinging log knocked his ball into the hole. I received it on my own merits, the log had stopped swinging by the time my ball reached the hole so it was able to go into the hole. 
On this hole Greg hit is ball first (he has the blue ball). I hit mine second and it stopped right in front of his blocking his way to the hole. We both thought that this was funny and from this hole on Greg had me hit first. 
Greg, yelling at your ball isn't going to make it go into the hole. Sometimes you have to admit defeat and just say that you got a 2 instead of a hole-in-one. Look at the bright side you are still under par!
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