Nothing But The Worst

In lieu of T.P.I.R. and O.R.F., Al and I are now playing golf at Ponkapoag, (a.k.a. Ponkie) every Friday morning. You may think, "Oh wow, these guys must be doing well." Au contraire, my friend. Several years ago Ponkie was rated the worst golf course in America by Sports Illustrated. Yes, America. This dubious honor is awarded to it for its salty, old, cigar chomping starter, its massive mounds of grass clippings in the middle of the fairway, a tee box that is swampier than Yoda's home planet, a small archaeological dig site by the green on the 8th hole that would make Indiana Jones proud, a bubbling primordial earth crater due to a broken drain pipe and a hole that requires malaria medication to survive. Other than those few things, it rank up there with Augusta National. It is a must play for every citizen of America.