Sunday, April 20, 2014
Once upon a time this blog was launched, with the loose objective of discussing "your game, my game, the pro game, etc" but lately it's been falling into a sinkhole of self-referentiality. Don't worry I know.
I'm sorry. There's nothing else I can do. I can only go where the inspiration is and right now my own tail-spinning game is completely dominating my worldview. Besides aren't we all kind of realizing at this point that the golf blogsophere is already plenty full of redundant crap, unsurprising opinions, stories about stories, SEO-baiting cut-and-paste jobs and so on. At least my redundant crap is original. And untainted by corporate or advertising filth of any kind, not yet. Anyways I'm sure we'll get back to covering some golf-related ephemera soon enough. It's all a cycle.
Monday, April 14, 2014
After stinking up Brooklyn with my lousy play, I decided to hide out for a bit in Staten Island. Looking over my last twenty scores, I see that I've played more rounds at Silver Lake than anywhere else. So I guess that makes this unofficially my home course now. It's a big change after being a Brooklyn golf regular for all these years.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
For the next round I thought I'd try Marine Park. The last time I was here a few weeks ago I got brutalized--a 97 was the best I could come up with and I sort of decided not to play here for a while, maybe until conditions improve. But what the hey, I found a deal online that was just too sweet to pass up.
Monday, April 7, 2014
|It was a rain-cover kind of day.|
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
The Outer Banks of North Carolina was great, but we decided to press on southward. Since our itinerary was already straining the limits of practicality, and because hey--we're tourists, Myrtle Beach was a natural destination. It's not too far below the state border and well, there's that little thing about more golf per capita in Myrtle than anywhere else in the world.
Friday, March 28, 2014
It's roadtrip time for Ms. Legit and me. We packed up the dog in a rented SUV and headed about as far south as we reasonably could in one day. Even though the Carolinas are known for golf, I treated it as an afterthought and just sort of threw my dirty clubs in the back and aside from making sure to pack sufficient balls and a glove, I made no other plans or preparation. I didn't even pack the right gear for playing in the cold. I figured if an opportunity came up, great; if not, no big deal, it'll be nice enough just to take in the sights and to get away from goddamned New York City.