Topgolf domestic challenge

 It was deep into the third frame at the Topgolf venue in Brooklyn Center when it happened. Lord Stanley had taken an early lead in the five-way battle royal and was just settling into a second round of sliders and chips as Katie stepped into the box for her final round. 

Jordanne was there today with her Indiana mother and random friends, an enthusiastic bunch, gathered at the week’s end. Some fun seekers were top shelf driving range competitors. Some, not all.

Trailing most of the game, St. Paul Katie had put herself in a hole, and she knew it. Her golf companion for the day encouraged and steadied her, lest the force and impact of Katie’s swing send her reeling. Her first two shots were middling. Her final shot was not! She crushed the Angry Birds target completely, decimating the entire assemblage.

The crowd hushed as the official scoreboard tallied the damage. Had she kicked her husband’s butt?

Not quite, but good enough to be declared co-champion, and vowing to settle the crown in a future grudge match.