Sometimes weeks of summer slip by with too much on our plates for KP and I to get that golf game in. I was worried we’d miss the whole month of June, what with that trip to Cape Cod and college graduations and life.
We snuck in Olde Oak yesterday. Tater went fishing instead. See what I mean about life?
It had been a full four weeks since KP and I had played Green Lakes, that hilly and spectacular layout from the mind of famed golf course architect Robert Trent Jones. Olde Oak lies in the same eastern ‘burbs of Syracuse, oh, two or three miles from Green Lakes as a crow flies. But this old course is as flat as the ‘Lakes is rolling. As the name implies, it has plenty of trees to line the fairways, though.
When we first started playing this course some three decades ago, it went by the name of Town Isle.
There is a pond heavily involved along the whole right side of the eighth hole. The Erie Canal sits very prettily behind the green of the 11th hole. See the photo above.
Mostly, though, the course winds itself simply and fairly through our countryside.
We try to play it exactly once a year.
The tees, fairways and greens are in good condition. The owners care about the grounds. It’s not in such good shape, however, that they should have been allowed to add that pretentious ‘e’ at the end of Old in the name of the course, in my opinion.
It cost $25 to take a cart. It would have been $18 if we had chosen to walk.
Lo and behold, it was my turn to come out on top in the skins game. I also won stroke play by a couple. But our games were close enough, as usual, to make every hole interesting until the last shot.
The two-man game makes for a fast and comfortable afternoon.
After we hit our drives, for 30 years, KP and I usually say “even-Steven.” That means even if one of us loses sight of our ball to the right, we mark the other’s ball in the fairway and use that distance as the starting point in the search for the elusive shot. It works most every time.
When we stopped at the turn to buy beverages — no water in fountains or coolers to drink on the course is my biggest beef with Olde Oak — KP looked at his phone and saw that the U.S. soccer team had advanced to the knockout round of the World Cup despite losing to Germany. USA! USA! I looked at my phone and saw a text from my dear wife Karen noting that she’d spotted a baby stroller hit by a car outside the office. No, came the next text, it was a bike. It was the second incident at the same corner this week.
After the round, we sat on a couch in the clubhouse to drink a couple of cold ones, watch some soccer and golf, and talk about life. I laid out facts about things on my side this time, and he thought and considered and offered opinions. Another good round for Beels and KP.
Are there friends in your life that you feel like things aren’t quite right if a month goes by and you don’t get together? What’s your feeling about places that add extra letters to words in their name? Are you following the World Cup soccer tournament?