The 10th Annual Mordt Tournament

Charleston, South Carolina isn’t exactly on the way from Tampa to Indianapolis. However, there was no chance I was going to come a couple hours within the city and not visit Heather.

Heather is a dear friend from college, and one of those people where it doesn’t matter what we’re doing–just simply being together is fun. Even cleaning out a closet {literally} is enjoyable with Heather.

Every year, at least once a year, Heather and I have gone miniature golfing. Or putt-putting. Or as another college roommate incorrectly refers to it: mini-putting {love you Chrissy!}. This year was the tenth year of our fierce putting competition.

The playing field was quite even, as we were both playing the course for the very first time. It turns out Charleston only has one putt-putt place. And this one putt-putt place has one gimmick: place the hole on or near a ridiculous incline.

This gimmick, while not exactly exciting nor surprising, was quite successful at tripping up us seasoned professionals.

We spent a fair amount of time bemoaning the ridiculousness. And racking up the strokes. Nine holes in we were tied, and each 20 strokes above par.

But, proving the old adage that even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes, I managed to get a hole in one on hole fourteen.

And then, by pure dumb luck, I managed to slide in another hole in one on fifteen as well.

My good fortune meant Heather’s downfall and I managed to climb to one of the most solid victories of tournament history.

But lest you be too astonished by my putt-putt skills, please note that (A) each hole was a par 2, (B) there was a five stroke limit we did not respect, and (C) one of those eight stroke holes may have had a pity assist. Perhaps neither of us will be going pro anytime soon.