Pros:
Excellent tee pads
Well spaced holes, no perceivable overlap
Grass and park is well maintained; no chance of losing a disc, save the obvious water hazards
A lot of ace runs
You get a certain thrill (similar to that moment before you check Lotto numbers) wondering if your disc didn't land on a goose turd.
Cons:
-Goose crap everywhere
-Course lacks challenge-if you can throw a controlled hyzer 330 feet, then you have this course covered. Even my scientifically proven body of diminishing bone and muscle density could reach all but 3 or 4 holes
- I had no idea that open sewer systems were still around. I thought those went away after The Big Stink in Victorian London (1858) forced the authorities to finally take the sewer system underground. No doubt that a US cholera epidemic would incubate here
Other Thoughts:
Having just dropped my heir off at DIA and with my faithful companion (Rocky, an 18 month old Doberman) at my side, what's a chappie to do at dawn but to find an unplayed course on the way home? I thought it would be a lark to bounce a mile off the 225 to play this course.
After an ineffectual moment of limbering up my grandmaster limbs, I peered nervously at Rocky at the first tee. While his loyalty is unrivaled, he is yet to be able to discern a play disc from a golf disc. Choosing a much-hated stalker as a decoy disc,I threw it a bit off line and off he went. Staring him down like the referee stares down the Hanson brothers in Slap Shot, I then threw my tee bird. Showing great talent for pissing me off, he then took off for that disc as well, collecting both at once.
We reconciled at the 2nd tee and banded together to confront the evil horde of geese that barred our path to the pin. We muscled through that hole, but our unity fractured at the 3rd hole, as he cleverly elicited false hope in me by not chasing the drive, but elected to confiscate my beloved soft wizard on the approach shot. 7am on a Saturday morning is not a rum time for shouting while innocent citizens sleep, so I pantomimed a tantrum while he gleefully chomped dozens of punctures and indentations that resembled a novel in Braille upon its innocent surface.
After returning from intensive couples therapy, Rocky and I returned to finish the round under a sort of truce, as we were much kinder to each other, and I have already usurped too much of your time to continue.
Perhaps the most poetic moment came at the end of the round while I sat in the driver seat of my car with the door open. A goose perfectly emitted a butt shuttle that hit me on the shoulder and in the crotch, as if to say "don't ever come back!". Message received loud and clear. Thanks Expoo-sition Park!