Rebecca and I took a recent trip to Florida and I had one day to play golf in the Miami area. Who knew Miami golf was so expensive? OK, maybe you knew, but I didn’t. The course closest to our hotel (which I saw from the street but looked unimpressive) was $300. Then there was the “famous” course but that was $400. I asked the concierge if the price included Hamilton tickets.
So I played a course about an hour outside of the city that charged $45. Silly me.
I got to the first tee but the grass was so overgrown I couldn’t figure out the direction of the hole. And I don’t mean I was wondering if it was straight or a dogleg – I mean, which way did the Tee Box face?
But I spotted the group in front of me and hit a decent drive in the fairway; this is my “fairway” lie:
Here’s a photo of another fairway:
Then, there were the fairway bunkers. I thought “fairway bunker” meant the bunker was in the fairway, not that the fairway was in the bunker.
Then they had some stupid “Golf Soccer” game they let players play on the course. Here’s one of the holes for it. No problem, right? WRONG. I accidentally aimed for one of these stupid holes and made a great shot to it. Imagine my angst when I got to my ball and realized the real target was 60 yards away.
The next time I’m in Miami, I’m going to the beach.