It's An Old Putt Putt Injury

Putt Putt is a dangerous sport. They don't tell you this, but it is. This is the story of my putt putt injury and my Number 1 Best Fall.

One spring day in Austin, Amanda, Z-Ho and I decided to play a little putt putt golf at Peter Pan Putt Putt. It is the best minature golf in the city. It has these really old fiberglass statues that make for endless jokes and inappropriate pictures. Another great thing about Peter Pan? It's BYOB. Oh yes. Drunk Putt Putt. One thing you should know about the Austin crowd: they drink. A lot. We believe that most things are far more fun with a few drinks in you. This belief extends to putt putt.

We procured some cherry limeades from Sonic and added a liberal amount of Bicardi Limon (we could have brought a cooler as we usually did, but then you just have to drag it around the whole time, something drunk girls don't really like to do). By the time we finally made it to the Peter Pan, we were already a little buzzed. We get out clubs and balls and head out. We are having a great time and have horrible scores. About halfway through, I putted a little too vigorously, and my ball bounced off the green and went rolling down a hill. So, I went to retrieve it. As I was stepping over this little metal barrier thing on the green, the heel of my boot got caught. I fell down the hill. Due to my inebriation and surprise, I was unable to catch myself very well so I just sort of landed, legs splayed and drink spilt, down the hill of the Peter Pan Putt Putt Golf Range. This would have been embarrassing enough, but I also managed to throw my back out.

Try going to the doctor to procure some Vicodin with the explanation of you hurt yourself playing putt putt. I am sure I went on some funny injury list.

So, that my friends, is my greatest fall ever. It has everything: injuries, alcohol, boots, tripping and klutziness on my part.