Gross. RT @jyarow: New public golf course in the Bronx has city views from every hole. It opens in 2015. pic.twitter.com/ayPGsPEIyZ
— Kofi Appiah Biney (@kofiabiney) October 16, 2013
The Bronx is back! Under the roar of the 678 going across the Whitestone bridge, and at a cost to the city of $97 million, Trump Golf Links is nearly here. Yes, after the city's hundred-million investment, they handed it over in a 20-year deal to Trump, who'll dump some borrowed money into it to build a clubhouse. The city will allegedly make $10 million on the investment over the next two decades. Now I [...]
In the weeks preceding Masters week, the air in Augusta turns green. A bilious yellow-green dust forms on the leaves of trees and settles onto every prone surface. People gripe and sneeze, while airing a collection of common sentiments about the upcoming tournament: “I can’t believe it’s Masters week already.”
Every year, thousands of people come to Augusta, Georgia, for the Masters golf tournament. It's the most wonderful time of the year: a weeklong cocktail party, a Mecca for golf-fans that is nonetheless a cocktail party for those who aren't golf fans. I've attended nearly every Masters since I was born during Masters week in 1987, at St. Joseph’s Hospital [...]
There are two things I do not give a flying fig about, and those are tennis and people who live outside of New York who have opinions on local landmark and zoning permit issues. Man, seriously, shut up about the tennis! I know: you people like it. That's nice. That being said, if you are a New Yorker subscriber, which surely you are, then you can read about the British Open, which is much more interesting in the telling by John McPhee than the U.S. Open is through the channels of the various unintelligible Twitters of New York Times employees with extraordinarily nebulous jobs.
Here's yet another entry in the continuing saga of Japanese inventors' unwillingness to let boobies simply be boobies: It's a bra that doubles as a putting green. Knock it off, Japan!
Useless? Or wonderful? The executive editor of Golf Digest is live-Twittering the U.S. Open. It's sort of like poetry. Meaningless, meaningless poetry, from a time before there was no, say, television to deliver "moving images." Remember TV? It was so functional.