Earlier this year in Melbourne there was a fuss in the media over someone having their application for membership to the Melbourne club (a gentleman's club, not a golf club), refused, apparently because he was jewish. Amidst the predictable outrage, one of the newspapers anonymously interviewed two members and asked them why they would want to belong to an apparently anti-semitic club in this day and age.
Their reply was because the club "was an oasis of decency in an increasingly vulgar world".
Isn't this one of golf's most desirable and seductive attributes? To sink that final putt on the 18th green, then look back upon the rolling green fairway bathed in the golden glow of the day's last few minutes of light, having spent the previous 2 1/2 hours in a world without rap music, Britney Spears and The Osbournes, is for me as important as any score I may have posted.
Is not the glorious setting and solitude of Dornoch and Ballybunion equally as pleasing as the course itself?
Yet we seem to be determined to follow the rest of world into oblivion. Golf clubs that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to join, some golfers forever screaming for the course to be made ever longer, the greens ever faster, the fairways ever greener, irrespective of the wishes of Mother nature, who surely knows best.
The noxious cancer of golf carts spread like a tumour, not just at those hundred thousand dollar clubs, but upscale public, bringing with them a generation of yobbos who feel that a swift hit and putt and a bouncy ride is somehow golf, somehow exercise, something that will benefit mind and body in the same manner.
Golf courses are increasingly managed by interest-only-in-the-bottom-line corporations like Troon Golf, ClubCorp and IMG, where $100 dollar plus green fees are the norm. I realise that to American, and a slightly lesser degree, British, golfers, $100 may be the norm, but here it is not. It is one of the reasons I hope the AGU's Moonah Links development "fails" in its aims. Currently $75 per round, rumoured to be $100 when the clubhouse is complete, will it mean that the owners of the glorious, and far superior, The Dunes, not two minutes drive further along the road, feel they may be able to get away with $70?
Club manufacturers spew forth a never-ending range of go-faster balls, go-further clubs, stop-softer irons, and apparently there are enough clowns out there willing to partake of $1000 dollars plus for a titanium driver in the belief that it will do more for their game than a few regular lessons (that the time saved riding carts should give them), or a regular stretching routine. (Which, as a sidebar, is more likely to ensure you won't need to rely on someone else to wipe your arse when you're 85). Which should be a consideration.
Shouldn't the recent fuss of Augusta National's membership focus be not on its lack of the fairer sex, but its lack of numbers? Why should one of golf's four most covetted prizes (forgetting for the moment Tiger Woods' signature), be played at a club that believes there are only 300 people in a nation of 265 million worthy enough to join?
Similarly, should the USGA and R&A be holding their respective championships at clubs like Shinnecock Hills and Muirfield, which have approximately the same number of members?
Golf is supposed to be better than this. All of the afficionados of GCA sound like the exact type of people you hope you join up with on a tee somewhere, for an hour or two of their company is surely one of the reasons the game was invented.
Progress is not always for the better, is it?