Redneck-palooza!

Yesterday, as is our custom, Sarah and I played some weekend golf with our good buddies Piatch and Dr. E.  We took the long ride out to Pine Hills Golf Course, in the magical place of Manorville, NY.  I have to say, we do like Pine Hills- the course is nice and in good shape, relatively challenging [especially if you don't hit the fairways from the tee- it is called Pine Hills for the record], plays fast, and is a good value.  All in all, it is generally much more pleasurable then paying $75 each at a city course and having a six hour plus round.

   However, yesterday, Pine Hills presented the greatest challenge that I have ever faced on a golf course.  An infestation of rednecks.  Those of you who know Long Island are aware that once you get out past Nichols Road, you are playing with fire.  You have a 50% chance of stopping at a traffic light and pulling up next to a Ford 150 with the windows down [regardless of temp] and Freebird blasting on an endless loop.  Or so I thought.  While playing yesterday there was some sort of Memorial Day party.  For $10 you could get beer and BBQ, a good price.  This had the effect of bringing out Manorville's finest to Pine Hills.  Ouch.  They cranked music.  During play.  The best part was as Sarah tried to tee it up on 9, with Shake Your Groove thing blasting, she began to focus.  Upon her practice swings, she set up over the ball.  "Baby, baby, show us how it's done" was just sung.  Now was her time to strike.  So she thought.  Then the dude started scatting.  Everyone broke into hysterical laughter.  Including Sarah.  Focus destroyed.  The worst part was that this guy has about as much talent as a failed American Idol contestant on Karaoke night  in Oklahoma City.  This was terrible.  If you heard this guy's rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, as we did on the 18th hole on the way in, you would think it was written by Francis Scott off Key.

  Don't believe me- check out the video below as I faced further perils on the course.  For the record, I almost holed that sand shot.  Piatch also hit a legendary 5 iron, one to rival the Sal story at Dyker Beach which will be told on another day.  Apparently the key to golf is crappy singing of annoying overplayed "classics".

Bottom line, enjoy Pine Hills, but don't go when we do because we want to play fast.  And more importantly, rednecks really enjoy to shake their groove thing.