Last year, Mike, Kevin, and Bill went to Golden Corral. This year, they decided to go play mini golf. They thought they might have better odds of enjoying the food there! Mini golf is, of course, the brainchild of a guy who had eight or nine beers and decided that what the sport of golf was missing was windmills. We of course use “sport” lightly because golf is the only sport where a guy nicknamed “The Walrus” could become a world champion, and where that guy is a totally different guy than John Daly, who was also a world champion despite being the aforementioned guy who had eight or nine beers. Last summer, Mike, Kevin, and Bill hit the links for 18 holes and approximately 368 strokes of mini-golf. There are birdies and eagles galore… at the Thomas Sadler Roberts Bird Sanctuary, approximately 27 miles west. So instead, you’ll learn new terminology such as “What comes after the quadruple bogey?” (The answer is: blatant cheating when the other two guys aren’t looking.)