Wednesday night the contenders gathered at Lee Martinez Farm for the Mini-Moo Golf Classic. The contenders being Moxon, my mom, and me. We ate dinner with my dad and then grabbed our clubs. We wound our way through the farm and from hole to hole. We tapped our little cow hide patterned golf balls past hay bails, around corn kernel traps, and into water pails, flower pots, and tin cans.
We had a few hole-in-ones. Moxon had a lot of fives. Even if he hit the ball a hundred times, once it dropped into the hole, he'd shout, "I got five!" At one hole, he had an audience of little girls. It was a stubborn hole and he'd been tapping the ball all over the green for a good two or three minutes. In his most serious tone, he stopped and looked at the girls and informed them, "This one is tough!" Two taps later he knocked it in and the girls clapped for him. He then warned the girls about the hole up the hill having corn kernel traps. Preschool doesn't know what's headed their way!
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