It turns out that one of my local haunts, Marine Park GC, has a sister. She's called Lido GC. Okay, so maybe neither of these places recognizes the other as a sibling, or even the other's right to exist for all I know. But they do share the same mother, which is the south shore of the landmass known as Long Island and the same dad, Robert Trent Jones. You see I am not making this up. They are in fact related.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Monday, May 9, 2016
Confession time. I haven't played a round of golf since Masters Sunday.
What's going on man, are you okay?
I am fine, I think. Outwardly at least. Physical and mental health would probably be deemed sound by a health-care professional.
But why no golf, why?
Friday, April 15, 2016
Once upon a time I set out with a dream. A dream of Playing Every Last God-Forsaken Golf Course in New York City.
I know, the LGNYCGT (Legitimategolf New York City Golf Tour) has been stalled for a long-ass time. Who are we kidding, it's been lying broke down on the side of the road, rusting. What can I say? The part of me that at one time longed to seek out golf adventures all over the five boroughs has, you know, shriveled up and died or whatever.
But what do you know, last Masters Sunday the old bus was up and running again, and even if it's by happenstance (i.e. the only place I could find a decent tee-time), we are now back en route to Playing Every Last God-Forsaken Course In New York City!!!
Thursday, March 31, 2016
I can avoid this subject no longer. The warm season is just about here, crowds are swelling and there is little of interest going on on the course. From my POV at least. So settle in and I'll finally attempt to tell the story of a golf swing odyssey I set out on last summer.
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
February. Winter's last stand. The final frontier. For anyone in the higher latitudes, golf in February is the exception and not the norm. If you look at the history of golf in New York (well my history at least) you'll see that golf in February is a roll of the dice situation, maybe a twenty percent chance in any given year.