Golf’s Lowest Moments, Told with the Highest Confidence.
Confidence > Competence
Because greatness is overrated. And bad golf makes better stories. This is the section where we proudly document the chunks, tops, whiffs, wipes, hosel rockets, and heroic lies that make up the very soul of Central New York golf.
You won’t find swing tips or course strategy here—just pure, unfiltered tales of chaos, comedy, and collapse, all told by the people who lived them (and usually blamed the conditions). We cover it all:
- Course reviews that talk about the beer cart before the bunkers.
- Bad beats in match play that still sting a week later.
- League-night implosions, scramble teams with no business being that confident, and best ball disasters that started with "we’ve got this."
- And the occasional miracle round no one saw coming—including the guy who still swears he was even through six before “it got weird.”
Welcome to the content that truly defines CNY golf—shitty swings, big laughs, and zero regrets. If it happened between the ropes or at the bar afterward, it lives here.
The True-ish Story of the Fraternity of Missed Putts
Where Bogeys Become Legends, and Beer Tabs Become History
The Fraternity of Missed Putts wasn’t born in a strategy session. It started where most great Syracuse golf moments do — at the bar, after a three putt on 18 and just before the fourth “final-final” of the night.
What started as a few of us swapping stories, roasting each other’s games, and arguing over unpaid bets turned into something bigger: a mission to actually highlight Syracuse golf the way we know it deserves to be. Not with stock photos and slope ratings, but with the real stuff — the beer cart sightings, the over-pressed Nassaus, the guy who fell in the lake (again), and the leagues full of legends-in-their-own-minds.
Over time, we noticed something: every course, every crew, every league has basically the same stories — just told with different names, different lies, and different bunker excuses. And that’s exactly what makes it great. It’s about the shared love of this completely irrational, infuriating, addictive game — and the people crazy enough to keep coming back for it.
The Fraternity of Missed Putts is here to celebrate all of it. The wins. The disasters. The Venmo disputes. And the beauty of one more beer before heading home. If you’ve ever blamed the greens, re-told your only birdie of the day three different ways, or claimed “that would’ve been good in league,” — you’re one of us.
Syracuse Golf’s Unofficial Clubhouse — No Collar Required
Because What This Game Really Needed Was More Trash Talk and Bullshit Stories
This isn’t some polished golf influencer site. It’s real Syracuse golf energy — new clubs, old habits, and showing up exactly seven minutes before your tee time because hanging around the putting green is for people who take themselves too seriously. Fraternity of Missed Putts is where you’ll find actual course reviews, not fluff pieces. Where people post recaps you didn’t ask for but still read. Where comments aren’t polite, bets aren’t small, and no one cares about your spin rate. It’s a clubhouse that’s open to everyone — except know-it-alls, swing analysts, and anyone who needs three paragraphs to describe one shot. Expect updates on CNY courses, arguments in the comment threads, photos of shots that almost went in, and just enough trash talk to keep things interesting.
Every Course in Syracuse — The Good, The Bad, and The Beer Cart
Syracuse golf: part polished, part scrappy, always worth showing up. Private spots like Bellevue and Onondaga have fast greens and stricter collars. Camillus and Erie Village keep it public and honest — show up late, swing hard. And Nine Mile Creek? Short, weird, and the hidden gem you only hear about after losing a bet.
Because Golf Without a Bet Is Just Exercise
Syracuse golf is technically about your score — but really, it’s about using those strokes to make the bets hurt more. Nassau, Wolf, skins, back-nine presses that start way too early — everyone’s chasing units, stretching handicaps, and pretending they remember the score when it’s time to pay up. It’s not about who played best; it’s about who owed the most by the time the final-final showed up.
Bogeys Are Expensive. Drinks Don’t Have to Be.
Syracuse golf costs enough in lost balls and side bets, so finding a course with cheap drinks feels like winning a hole you definitely doubled. We’re talking $3 drafts that taste colder after a three-putt and nine-and-dine specials where the food’s average but the tallboy hits perfect. Full-price greens are for people who care about their handicap. Around here, it’s about spending less on the round so you can spend more on the final-final back at the bar.
Every Round Gets Better When You Talk About It
There’s always that one guy who swears he once hit driver off the deck from 260 out, over the trees, over the lake, stuck it to three feet… and, somehow, nobody saw it. No witnesses, no scorecard, but guaranteed it happened during "that one round" last fall. Same guy probably has a “record” on the simulator, too. Around here, if the story sounds about 60% true and 100% better after two beers, it’s basically verified.