A holiday edition of the happy little golf league

A Memorial Day afternoon with our little golf league can mean only one thing this spring of 2015. Even though we all known this is the unofficial kick off of summer in Everywhere, USA. For the third Monday in a row, clouds will gather and rain will threaten. No matter for this collection of friends,…

Our little league outlasts the rain to start fresh

In thundered while DJ, Bird, Marie and I played our first hole. I do believe lightning may have flashed fairly close to Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y. But the folks in the clubhouse who closely watch the radar — they have a senior ranger in who roams the course in a cart to monitor speed…

It’s time for the golf league to start! Ka-boom

The Commish has been busy since the last time we made the ups and downs of Northern Pines in Cicero last September for our little golf league. Tweaks and changes for 2015, all good. The biggest was moving our weekly get-together for nine holes one day earlier, to Monday nights, scheduled start time, 5:45 p.m.…

An old school hat at the golf league

Bird got a birdie after a gorgeous iron tee shot on a par three as I was back to my informal little formal golf league at Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y., last night. He narrowly missed a second namesake. He was in a very good mood as the five of us filed into the clubhouse.…

DJ, Bird almost land an eagle

Two holes in a row last night at Northern Pines, I hustled to the little black bag tucked inside my golf bag and pulled out my iPhone 4. It was quite the week four for our little informal formal golf league. DJ had returned from his week off to tend to visiting family. We teed…

That close one is mine

Three-wood to three feet. Maybe even 2 1/2. I don’t get to see that lovely result too much as I near the green after hitting an approach shot. The blind pig found the acorn last night during our informal little formal league at Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y. Adding to the surprise, and fun, was…

Sometimes it feels like a whole new course

For some dozen years now, my Tuesday nights in the warm months have been reserved for nine holes of golf with good friends. Weather was beautiful at Northern Pines for week two of our informal little formal golf league. In the beginning, four foursomes of workers at The Post-Standard newspaper hustled to arrive for tee…