There was happiness and there was discontent this week at the Little Golf League That Could.
The sun was shining as I returned from our week at the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod to rejoin our two foursomes that now make Monday night home for a weekly round of nine holes at Northern Pines Golf Course in Cicero.
I would be playing with DJ, Amy and Morelli.
We watched at hole 10, with the Ranger sitting in his cart, as Commish, Lovely Linda, and Bird and Mrs. Bird teed off and took off down that fairway before us.
That gave DJ plenty of time to tell me how the week before, they played as a fivesome and waited on every hole as the league ahead took its sweet time. The Ranger in charge of moving things along had said the league in front of that league was worse, and the two that always played the opposite nine holds than us were slower yet.
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So it was sun, good. Slow, not so much.
Two hours would be a good pace to complete nine holes of golf.
In two hours this week, our foursome had completed six holes of golf.
Commish left the foursome ahead of us and rode in with Lovely Linda on their cart, promising a talk about the slow league play with course management.
I walked in with my push cart and made the trip to China Chen to bring home dinner for my dear wife Karen and I.
To be continued.
Would you say what the heck and play as much as you could until dark? Would you ask management for a prorate amount for the rest of the season back as a refund and call the season off? Would you go to a bar and shoot pool or darts instead?