Getting Our Fix at Bethpage Black
After an incredible weekend at the Presidents Cup, watching the fluid swings and smooth strokes of the world’s best, we, the Foursum guys, had a golf-itch that needed to be scratched. Thanks to Joe, a friend of a friend and now a pal of our own, we got to join him at Bethpage Black and see what one of the toughest courses in America had to offer.
In a world where credit cards pay for strangers to drive you wherever you’d like to go, we decided to take a 20 block hike through Manhattan with our bags on our shoulders to grab the Long Island Rail Road out to Bethpage State Park.
After arriving early to the beautiful historic clubhouse and spending our green-fee budget on Black Course swag, we met Joe and headed to the range to bang a few balls before tackling the beast.
Limbs loose, we stand around the first tee meeting our caddies Jack and Dave who share stories of caddying for most of the current and past legends of the game. Waiting for our turn to tee up we can’t help but notice the narrow fairway and 90 degree dog-leg right that greets us with cold, narrowly open arms.
The course is as beautiful as any in the league. Gorgeous two-toned fairways cut in half, greens rolling at a smooth 9.5, powdery bunkers (right Adam?) and thick rough all made this course something special. The length and width of the holes were what made it the toughest we’d ever played. With 460 yard par 4s and 30 yard wide landing zones, the driver had to be working because a long second shot out of that thick rough to a protected green screamed bogey…double…or triple.
Finishing up just before sun-down we were able to look back over the battle field and admire it’s beauty and its bite.
Our itch more than scratched, our new buddy Joe got us back to the train in time for the 55 minute trek to Penn Station. A long, quiet and sleepy ride home ensued. The men heading back from battle.
Thanks to Joe for his incredible company and to Jack and Dave who led us fearlessly through the trenches.