Golfers’ Glee
Hi, Dori here with a golf anecdote for you avid links lovers out there. I hardly qualify as a golfer, but I have tried my hand at the game. When I was growing up here, my parents belonged to Blue Mountain Golf Club, so that's where I used to make my feeble attempts at playing. If I were not so competitive about it and, in the words of my husband, could just enjoy playing badly, I might still be taking my swings. But this course is not really a learner's course. It's on the side of a mountain, with narrow, unforgiving fairways, and should you miss the fairway, roughs that are really, really rough. Like copperhead snake rough.
Last weekend, my sister was bringing her new beau home to meet the family. It was decided that the boys could bond over golf, so my dad started calling around for a tee time. (The parents now play more than ever and have long since decided they would rather play many courses than belong to one.) Anyway, the old standby Dauphin Highlands was booked for an event on Saturday, so Dad called Felicita (formerly Blue Mountain) and found that rates were discounted the later you started so he could get the foursome on for $39 each at 1:00pm. This, he decided, was an acceptable price to play this course, considering new boy might not be (a) good at golf or (b) worth the investment. What can I say? This is my dad.
The weekend arrived. Dad, his friend, my husband and my sister’s date set out for their outing in the sweltering heat, as we ladies tried to reassure them that it would be cooler up in the mountains. Wishful thinking.
They survived the round, losing every ounce of excess water weight, not to mention quite a few balls. Naturally, they headed to the 19th hole for some re-hydration. This is where it gets good. Turns out, the Grille at Felicita has a deal that you pay just 1 cent per stroke for your post-round drinks. The guys were happy to show their scorecards—all were drinking for less than $1 a beer—and, not sure if the bartender was supposed to extend the deal past one drink, but apparently they enjoyed a few pints for less than $20 including a generous tip.
So there you have it, a challenging course on a weekend at a fair price with practically free drinks to help you forget the agony of the game. My kind of deal...provided I wasn’t pregnant! Give me five years—I’ll be back out there getting serious about golf.
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Honestly, I could never understand this sport. I've been changing my moods about it from indifference to considering a snob game and now... well now, I don't consider it a sport at all.