When it comes to south Florida luxury resorts, the Boca Raton Resort and Club sets the standard for style and excellence. Our recent visit was so filled with dining and recreation options, it became a real struggle to prioritize. Don’t worry, I got over it. The truck bed was loaded down with kayaks, fishing poles, hula hoops, guitars, and golf clubs. Although we weren’t yet sure which hotel amenities we would partake, please be sure, the clubs were coming out of the bag.
A gentleman golfer does not miss a chance to play at one of the finest courses in the country. I just never expected it to turn into a total golf date.
Boca Raton Resort & Club Golf
Tee time the next morning, we strolled through the lobby of the iconic Cloister building, past the Waldorf Astoria spa, to the pro shop, where greats like Sam Sneed and Tommy Armour once served on staff. The panorama of royal palms rose from sloping fairways and inspired visions of mind-blowing, golf greatness. The staff was most gracious in allowing us to partner and take pictures of the links and our first golf date, but as cut and dry as the game of golf can be, I would come to understand that not everyone sees it exactly the same.
Here are some golf topics we dissected as we enjoyed a perfect day and pace on the Resort Course.
In a world of thoughtless, sloppy men, golfers hold themselves to a higher standard. The gentleman golfer understands how the replacing of divots and the raking of bunkers contribute to the regal air of the game. The importance of the first tee shot is magnified in weight and significance on a course with such history and tradition. (Lou’s Golf Tip: Take care of your golf course and it will take care of you).
The fore-swing of my tee shot came around too fast and I picked up my head, naturally topping the ball and send it limply trickling down the fairway. Already snapping pictures, Jen asked me to remain on the tee for more action shots. Click after click after click, I remained frozen, clinched in a timeless space where the only movement came from behind my closed, quivering smile. I finally snapped to and with a fixed, vibrating rage politely suggested that we stop to take pictures anywhere but on the first tee. (Lou’s Golf Tip: A gentleman golfer never whines like a tarpon fisherman. It’s only rock n roll).
With twelve surface acres of water, The Resort Course is home to all manner of tropical flora and fauna. Lush borders of sculpted gardens camouflage hideous sand traps and desperate tee shots. Hazards make the game more challenging and the course more astheticlly pleasing. It’s impossibly hard to explain how and why they should be avoided after sinking four balls in the lake. Those that cannot do, teach.
The Confidential Caddie
Somewhere right after the break, Jen drove the cart while I enjoyed the touchscreen GPS distance finder. As lovely as it should have been to have an exotic, olive-skinned Italian chauffeur me all over a golf course, a licensed, professional driver should realize that the holes are in a numbered order. By the time I realized what was happening, we had taken a joyride two holes in the wrong direction. I’ve had my share of golf cart incidents but, who among us has sped away from the tee box only to pull a hard right onto Federal Highway? Who indeed.
All we needed was one video of me crushing a drive straight down the middle of the fairway. It should not have been such a problem but I did made it look harder than it was. In my own defense, each time I did tee it high and watch it fly, the photographer was off somewhere shooting bugs and flowers. We made another attempt to film a long put dropping in the cup but retired after only thirty attempts. My Anser 5 likely caught fire over Pompano Beach as it reentered the Earth’s atmosphere.