THE PENNANT FLAPS ATOP a thin fiberglass, presenting a target both enticing and maddeningly elusive. Around it, a wide expanse of virgin green beckons, as lush as anything you would find at a local golf course. But this hole isn't at the Round Hill Club or the Griff. It's in the middle of a guy's backyard.
From the second-story porch of the house you can try a choked-up pitching wedge, maybe even a sand wedge if the wind lets up. Dare you go for the green? What if you miss