Alright, so I figured I’d share a bit about a day I had out on the greens. Woke up the other day, and you know how it is, sometimes you just get that itch to go smack a few golf balls. Wasn’t feeling like doing much else, to be honest.
Getting the Ball Rolling
So, I gave my old buddy Mike a call. He’s usually game for a round, especially if it means getting out of doing chores, I reckon. We tossed around a few ideas, and landed on giving this particular place a try. Heard a bit about it, figured, why not? Couldn’t be worse than sitting at home staring at the walls.
Packed up my clubs – the same old set I’ve been using for years, probably should get new ones but, eh, they work. Mostly. Headed out, wasn’t expecting miracles, just a decent day out.
Arrival and First Impressions
Got there, found a parking spot easy enough, which is always a good start. The pro shop was, well, a pro shop. Guy behind the counter did his job, got us sorted with a cart. No fuss, no muss. That’s how I like it. The place looked pretty much like you’d expect. Lots of green, trees, the usual. Weather was holding up, a bit cloudy but no rain threatening, which was a relief. Last thing I wanted was to get soaked.
We warmed up a bit on the practice green. Putting felt a bit off from the get-go, but that’s pretty standard for me these days. Mike was already looking like he was going to have one of those days where everything goes right for him. Good for him, I guess.
Out on the Course – The Grind
Stepped up to the first tee. You know that feeling? Little bit of nerves, little bit of hope. My first drive? Let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. Hooked it a bit into the rough. Classic me. Mike, of course, piped one straight down the fairway. Figures.
The round itself was a mixed bag, as they usually are.
- I had a couple of holes where I actually felt like I knew what I was doing. Sunk a decent putt on the 6th, maybe a 15-footer. That felt good, I’ll admit.
- Then there were the other holes. You know, the ones where you top the ball, chunk a chip, or find every single tree. Had plenty of those too.
- The fairways were alright, I suppose. Cut. Found a few divots that weren’t mine. The greens were a bit inconsistent, some fast, some slow. Made putting a bit of a guessing game.
- Lost a couple of balls. Standard procedure. One went into some pretty thick woods – wasn’t even going to bother looking for that one. Just dropped another and moved on.
Pace of play wasn’t too terrible. Got stuck behind a foursome for a bit who seemed to be taking their sweet time, but it opened up after a few holes. Nothing to write home about, either good or bad. It was just… golf.
The Back Nine and Winding Down
The back nine felt a bit tougher, or maybe I was just getting tired. Some long par 4s that really tested my already fading strength. Mike was still playing steady. Annoying, but what can you do? He ended up beating me by a fair few strokes. No surprise there.
There was one par 3, hole 16 I think, that was actually quite nice. Bit of a view. I managed to hit the green on that one, so that was a small victory. Two-putted for par. I’ll take it.
Finished up on 18, shook hands. Felt good to be done, to be honest. My back was starting to ache a bit. We headed into the clubhouse, grabbed a cold drink and a sandwich. The food was fine, did the job. Sat there for a bit, talked about the usual stuff – the good shots, the bad shots, the “if onlys.”
So, What’s the Verdict?
Overall, it was a day out. Played some golf. The course was… a golf course. It had 18 holes, grass, and sand traps. Did it blow my mind? Nah. Was it a terrible experience? Not at all. It was just a pretty standard day of golf, which, sometimes, is all you’re looking for.
Would I go back? Yeah, probably. If Mike twisting my arm or if other spots are booked up. It serves its purpose. It’s a place to swing your clubs and chase a little white ball around for a few hours. And sometimes, that’s perfectly alright.
