I feel like a real dink. See, ignorance is bliss.
There are a few things in life that have tainted me. One is that I teach at a fairly wealthy school where I get invited to play some amazing private courses.
Old Sandwich, Boston GC, Charles River, Kittansett, Essex just to name drop a few.
Then I go back to Butterbrook and play 5 hour rounds where no one seems to know how to replace divots, fix ball marks, take a bunker, the water jugs are always empty, ground crews just mow 10 ft away from you while you’re trying to tee off.
I don’t want to sound like a snob but crap I am jealous of how the other 1/2 lives.
It’s actually killed my passion for the game to a degree.
Well, I drive by BGC quite often, so there is that.