River turf
Wet bermuda lets a flat sole hide until the first left miss points at Van Buren.
Riverfront grass almost never presents a clean lie. A polite indoor mark becomes a heel confession the moment Arkansas clay grabs a shoe.
No park deed hangs on this wall. What hangs is a strip of bermuda and a working memory: rye that crawls in January, summer grass that shines after the city timers run, Belle Point slopes that tip toward the water.
Cards that list slick afternoon turf get a harder stand-up call. A six with a low heel is a left miss queued for the next Garrison storm. Standing it in June beats a complaint in August.