Well, that didn't last long. After making a brief reconnection with my spiritual golf roots in Brooklyn, the connection fizzled out and I retreated back to Staten Island. Sorry. I know it's been said in the comments that I don't really belong there, and I agreed with it at first, but after some soul searching I have been forced to reconsider.
-Fast rounds. I stopped keeping track but I'm averaging under three hours per full round here. Often I get sent out to play all by my lonesone. It's not uncommon to have a clear, or almost clear path through the course, and thanks to the miracle of the powered cart I can sometimes finish in under two and a half. I can't remember, even when things have gotten ugly, the last time a round here took over four hours.
-Good deals. What else would you expect from the self-proclaimed workingman's country club?
-Challenging gameplay. The 116 slope number is screwed up. It has to be. There are difficult holes here. Severe-sloped lies, tee shot corridors that are excruciatingly tight, holes that demand a draw off the tee. Approaches that have to be slice around big, overgrown trees--from the fuckin' fairway even. There's water hazards on seven holes, possibly more. Only two holes are anywhere close to flat, the rest are all valleys, hills, mounds, ravines. The elevation changes on most of the holes I would describe as monstrous. You cannot slop it around here and expect to score. It is a much trickier course than 116 would suggest and I can back that up with some numbers in a sec.
-Easier access. Every last mode of mass transit in New York City is fraught with headaches and annoyance, but when it comes to overall experience the ferry rules. Whether you need to get some work done or just want to relax the time away, the big boat lets you do that, and in scenic style. The price--free--is right. Plus the bike ride from my front door to the ferry slip is almost all car-free. So what if riding with a golf bag strapped on into a 20mph headwind might require some heavy labor. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred it's still better than mass transit.
|Poop season has arrived.|
|Free drinking water, the first real sign of spring I've seen.|
|The grassiest lie I've had in years.|
|Stressing out over every putt lately.|
|7th hole is the stuff nightmares are made of. One day I will do a whole post on just this one hole.|
|Sneakin' in some practice.|
|Shit got dark on the back nine.|
Nevertheless I'm willing to do whatever it takes to reach this goal, so we'd might as well settle in. The pursuit may involve a total overhaul of my whole golf game and beyond. Possible changes in lifestyle, fitness, diet, what have you. Long putter. Whatever it takes to get me in under 80 on this silly golf course, I'll consider it.