TO MR. MUCCI --
Now I'm curious.
Are you a theologian, a lawyer or a politician? Those are the only three types of people I can think of who could so stubbornly persist in misrepresenting one's opponents.
It apparently pleases you to imagine that I'm some kind of GD fool, who wouldn't know enough to appreciate the glories of those magnificent private courses you apparently play so often -- and play so often, of course, exclusively by ("What do you think, caddie? Is that pin up front, caddie?") feel. (There's a subject for a theologian: Why is there so little justice on this Earth?) If that's what you think, fine; that makes you the GD fool.
Or perhaps you don't think that I'm a GD fool, but merely pretend to -- realizing that throwing grenades at one's opponents is far less risky than attempting to address their ideas head-on and honestly, giving them at least a glimmer of the benefit of the doubt.
If I'd realized what sort of person I would be up against here, I'd certainly have spent a great deal more time crafting my ORIGINAL reply, clunking it up with conditions and provisos -- so that you couldn't throw it back in my face days later, even as you refuse to acknowledge the hundreds of clarifying words I've since written.
It would seem obvious, to a person of charity and good will, that I was not referring to Shinnecock, Pine Valley or the like -- but to the lesser creations that, as a matter of course, I play . . . often only once, usually with company that does not include a caddie. (Curious, again: Do you play most of your rounds alone -- by necessity, or because having anyone else around would give you unwanted information?)
Would I love to play NGLA, PV, GCGC, Shinnecock, or any of several hundred other great courses, without a caddie or any other information? Of course -- and I have done so, on numerous occasions.
Would I prefer to play them with a caddie, or with some minimal information about them? Yes.
Note: minimal information. (If you say one more time that I crave, demand, expect anything more than minimal information, I swear I'm scream so loud that you'll hear me all the way to Long Island, over the fences and the hedges that you thought protected you from the GD fools outside.)
TO THE REST OF YOU:
I apologize for the undignified tone of this entire thread. You deserve better. (Hell, I deserve better!) Without exception, until now, I've enjoyed reading your exchanges over the past few weeks. A thread like this won't happen again, at least with my participation.
When I realized that I was speaking to a man who wouldn't listen, I should have written it off. Who cares, after all, if Mr. Patrick Mucci understands me? No one! No one cares! Not even I care, really! But I have this bad habit: I won't allow someone else to have the last word about me, if that last word distorts and misrepresents me.
Thanks to those of you who bravely (and/or foolishly) waded in here to attempt, vainly, to get some answers from the originator of this thread.