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...said "a badly designed course" accounted for the high Crimson scores-- the best round of the tournament was only 79. At one point, Vik's club hit a rock on a fairway shot, sending his ball straight to the left rough...
Miniature Golf, inexplicably referred to as "putt-putt" by southerners, is a summer evening's ecstasy. Unlike regular fairway golf, which Mark Twain called "a long walk spoiled," miniature golf is a short stroll enhanced. The most enhancing stroll enhanced. The most enhancing spot around for this activity lies on Route 9 in Natick, the west-of-Boston's answer to Route 1, which is the local habitual of a strange breed of the populace known as the Highway People. The Highway People never leave the freeway: they live in trailer parks, and move on when the spirit moves them...
HOLE 7: 365 yds., par four (average score: 4.26). This is one hole on which you've got to ease it right down the middle of the fairway. Right or left won't do because branches on the trees there aren't cut back and you've only got about a 25-yd.-wide landing strip to have a clean second shot at the green. Jack Nicklaus uses a one-iron here for accuracy, but I'd rather take a chance with the driver and leave myself a pitch with the wedge rather than...
...fade your drive to the right, you've got an impossible downhill-sidehill shot that is at least two club numbers longer. From the right side you can't hit the green, even with a three-wood, and you may bury yourself in the big fairway bunker. Because there's usually a pretty good wind sweeping the green, you should cut your second shot a bit to hold the green, and you must hit high or you'll roll off the back edge...
...course, I had seen little of all this, having waited hopefully on the 17th green for Hill's threesome to come through. When Hill missed a birdie putt that would have put him five under par, I had raced frantically up the 18th fairway, the rain soaking my notebook and ruining all my carefully recorded first-person observations into one another, trying desperately to get to the green in time to see the winning putt. It was no use. The putting surface was packed tight with belching, bellowing, beer-gutted golf fans who had parked their prodigious derrieres next...