Take your position on the tee-box. There he is, walking, holding the neon putter with far too much swagger, telling us he never ever loses in mini golf. You guys all want to find that ideal place so you Google Putt Putt Near Me. What then happens is worthy of backyard myths and domestic folklore. Get the facts about this topic!
Imagine the first hole: Dinosaur skeletons sticking out of the ground. Nobody can imagine Dad taking his first shot and bouncing it off the triceratops skull, causing the ball to disappear beneath the footbridge. Everyone would laugh, not Dad. He promises that it was all just the plan. Scorecards are dead. Family rivalry flares up. Before the second hole, Eldest makes his proclamation of victory, and the smallest swings like they are on a croquet lawn.
Certain places become obstacle course central. And there is that volcano hole-lava-red paint, smoke, sound. Dad somehow hits the ramp with his ball, which tilts and flies up again and falls back like a homing pigeon to the place where his shoe was. He grumbles–says it is the wind, even on one of those stagnant days. One player stuffs a putt through the pirate cannon, another makes a miracle two; dad pilots a six and adds a quip about warming up. Then the reality of the competition sets in.
During the middle, anticipate the debates about rules. Is accidentally throwing a ball into the koi-pond a penalty? Will whistling the tee shot make the ball luckier? Mom, the umpire-steps straight to business but still smiling. She keeps counts, cheers everyone up, and tells Dad he is slipping. Emotions get strained, though not to a serious degree. Dual alliances are arranged. Twinkle rockets through space, and suddenly, Team Not Dad exists.
Do you recall loop-de-loop hole? Dad comes over, chest big, feeling like his mini-golf champion self. He nudges the ball. It drips, makes one loop, then stops half way up like a stale cork in a bottle. Groans erupt. Dad uses his club to attempt to knock the obstacle loose, creating an entirely different rule: the all-new Dad Rule, which is surely not part of the handbook.
Before long, the sun bids adieu and the final putt falls. Them question still haunts: Can you outdad dad at these putt putt spots? You do sometimes. You do not always. You come out either way with smiles, secrets, and a family story that becomes more outlandish with each telling. That is a tradition worth pursuing, neon putters and all.