The ZenMasters of NightGolf

Fred Richards Golf Course is located in Edina, MN, practically in a friend's (whom I will refer to as 'AnonyMatt') backyard. We decided it would be a good idea to crawl under the fence at 9 pm the other night as the sun was setting and get in a round, or half-round, as the light would permit. As the lone employee looked on, we decided maybe we should give paying a whirl. Turns out the guy was fine with us walking on, and charged us one green fee, despite there being three of us (Sri attended), with one bag of clubs. He didn't seem too confident in our abilities to squeeze in a full round before it got dark. Little did he know. AnonyMatt, it should be noted, had played a round just recently at this very course. This round came complete with AnonyMatt hurling clubs clear over trees in frustration (AnonyMatt also plays tennis, but things pretty much play out the same way). As we embarked on this round, anticipating to lose every ball in the one bag, we began losing light quickly. By the third hole (I was one over par at this point), it came to be that whomever was not shooting would have to stand directly behing the hitter so attempt to track the ball. By hole 5 all we could do was determine if the ball went straight, left, or right. By hole 6, nothing. But something much stranger was happening this night than some idiots playing golf in the dark. Every time we went fanning out for our balls, we ended up finding them next to the hole. AnonyMatt and I shot the rounds of our lives. By the ninth hole, our self-congratulatory expressions were peaking. For example, "There is absolutely no chance that this ball is not going in the hole right now." After striking said ball, "Holy shit I was right." Again, ball lands on green. Time and time again we shot, losing the tiny ball into the darkness at the moment of contact, and somehow we kept finding the tiny little suckers. After the fourth hole, not one ball was lost. Sri seemed far less amused than either myself or AnonyMatt, but we cared not. The problem now becomes trying to recreate this round during my second golf outing of the year, whenever that may come. Do I close my eyes and swing? Am I just supposed to imagine that there are dozens of frogs on the green as I try to putt? There were, by the way. AnonyMatt stepped on one. He wasnt wearing shoes, either. Anyway, whenever I play golf from now on, I am going to have to transcend to light into darkness. Shouldn't really be a problem for one of the three ZenMasters of NightGolf.