You know that feeling when you’re craving a Big Mac from McDonald’s? You know it’s not the best tasting burger you can find, nor are you going to receive the best customer service… but you know EXACTLY what you’re getting and you can’t wait to take a bite.
Walking into the pro-shop, which typically is a structure that resembles some sort of government building or a trailer home, you know you’re in the right spot.
Most recently in Charlotte, NC we played the Charles L. Sifford 9 hole course. A newer facility that looks like an elementary school from the road. They have an extensive practice area, and great beer deals. Waking up hungover on a Sunday knowing you can go walk 9 and have some “hair of the dog” is a luxury I’d like to know forever.
As you enter the shop there are usually locals watching whatever The Golf Channel is playing. The guy behind the counter barely says a word to you, but it’s still a kind and welcoming experience. I’m wearing a Modelo shirt tucked into parachute pants, so I’m really just happy he didn’t tell me to wear something more appropriate. But let’s be honest, that’s the most appropriate outfit for a Muni.
The course is without any sort of signature as far as an architect is concerned. Unless burnt out tee boxes and bizarre hole locations are your thing. I personally find it endearing. The flags are all blank with no logo, you could be anywhere. The person hired to be the marshal seems to encourage slow play. And whether you see an 8some sharing 1 bag of clubs or a cart drive on a green, you can’t help but smile. We are undoubtedly having a Sunday on a Muni.
When the round ends, my girlfriend who was driving the cart is quick to point out how bad I am at golf. She then turns in the cart key with a dangling golf ball keychain back to the non-respondent shop attendant. 2 hours in the sun with some pals getting over a hangover could happen in worse places.
The golf itch is scratched and we head back home to do whatever it is we do. I feel satisfied. I’m back to dreaming of bucket list courses, while at the same time knowing I’m going to want that naughty fast-food again so soon.
Sunday on a Muni will always be there for you, just like that naughty Big Mac from McDonald’s. Cheap, a little messy, not personalized, but oh so romantic.
-Single Fin
