Alright, so I finally got around to checking out Clifton Park Golf the other day. I’d been meaning to for a while, just needed to find a free Saturday, you know? Woke up, weather looked decent enough, so I figured, why not.
First off, finding the place was pretty straightforward. Pulled in, got my clubs out of the trunk – still using that old set, probably need an upgrade soon, but they do the job, mostly. The vibe was pretty relaxed, not one of those super stuffy places, which I appreciated.
My Round: The Ups and Downs
So, I got myself sorted and headed to the first tee. Now, I’m not gonna lie, my first few swings were, uh, let’s call them “experimental.” Hooked one, sliced another. It’s always like that when I haven’t played in a bit. You picture yourself striping it down the middle, and then reality hits you like a rogue golf ball.
The course itself? It was pretty good. Some challenging holes, some a bit more forgiving. The greens were rolling okay, maybe a touch slower than I prefer, but consistent. I remember this one par 3, had a bit of water, and I just KNEW my ball was destined for a swim. Miraculously, it stayed dry. Small victories, right?
You know, it’s funny. I almost didn’t even go golfing that day. My car had been making this weird noise all week. Like a sort of grinding, whirring sound whenever I turned left. I’d been putting off taking it to the garage, telling myself it was probably nothing, just the car getting old, like me. But then, Friday night, it got louder. Really loud. So Saturday morning, I was all set to spend the day at “Honest Al’s Autos,” bracing myself for some ridiculous bill. But then, just as I was about to leave, the noise just… stopped. Vanished. Took it for a quick spin around the block, nothing. It was like the car knew I wanted to play golf and decided to behave. So, I took that as a sign from the universe, or maybe just a sign my car is possessed, and headed to Clifton Park instead. Still gonna get it checked, though. Probably.
Anyway, back to the golf. Had a few decent shots, a few truly terrible ones. That’s golf for you. I did manage one birdie, which basically made my day. Pumped my fist and everything. Probably looked like a fool, but who cares?
- Driver: Mostly behaved, surprisingly.
- Irons: A mixed bag. Some crisp, some chunky.
- Putting: Let’s just say I left a few out there.
The weather held up nicely, which was a bonus. Nothing worse than getting caught in a downpour halfway through your round. Been there, done that, not fun.
Wrapping Up
After the round, I just chilled for a bit. Didn’t grab food or anything, just kind of took in the atmosphere. It was a good day out. Nothing too fancy, just honest golf, which is exactly what I was looking for. It’s one of those places you could see yourself playing regularly. Did it fix my slice? Nope. Did I break the course record? Definitely not. But I had a good time, cleared my head a bit, and managed not to lose too many balls.
So yeah, Clifton Park Golf. Thumbs up from me. Will I be back? For sure. Maybe after I get that car noise properly sorted. Or maybe before, if it decides to behave again.
