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The Putt-Putt Chronicles
Franz Lidz
September 19, 1994
Wherein the author and two other duffers max out on minigolf
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September 19, 1994

The Putt-putt Chronicles

Wherein the author and two other duffers max out on minigolf

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"I've got to list it under a theme. Pirate? Mountain? Nautical?"

"Nautical has a nice ring to it."

"But there's a pirate flag out front."

"Pirate?" says Diliberto, arching his trampolines. "Where's the treasure chest? I don't see crow's nests. I don't see doubloons." He may have a point. A Jolly Roger does not a pirate course make. Or does it?

2. Gilligan's Island Funland , 9:25 a.m.

Little Buddy spent three seasons stuck in a sand trap. We breeze through the Minnows Course in 39 minutes. On the 7th hole we encounter our first moving obstruction. A firm stroke from the tee mat sends Diliberto's ball ricocheting off the rails and into a beeline for the hole. But the certain ace runs smack into the left shoe of Moskowitz, who's lining up a four-inch shot. Diliberto screws his black SONIC POWER USA cap down on his head as if it were the lid on a jam jar. "I get to take it over," he whines.

"No you don't," says Moskowitz. "It's par for the course."

"What's par for the course?"

"Fifty-four," I say.

Mulligan denied, Diliberto cards a 2.

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