...if not the planet?
Consider the following questions;
How many courses are more fun to play?
How many courses have such variety and design balance?
How many courses are buffeted by constantly shifting winds that swell to 30+ mph on breezy afternoons?
How many courses better accommodate the ground game?
How many courses have fairways that remind one of NGLA at its peculiarly undulating best? The deep swales and sharp rises ensure anything but a level lie on most every hole.
How many courses have such fearsome looking hazards that play even more terrifyingly?
How many courses have such wonderfully open vistas, without a tree on the property, much less in play?
How many courses have such a variety of green complexes, each seemingly having always been there, and perfectly integrated into their surrounds?
How many course are as equally scintillating for both match-play and stroke play?
How many courses can match the set of other-wordly par fives?
How many courses have tougher starts than the first two holes?
How many courses have better finishing holes than 13-18?
How many courses have holes that can play completely differently from day to day, or round to round, depending on the elements?
How many courses are so totally devoid of direct evidence of the artificiality of man's hand?
How many courses have been built with such possible elasticity? If the next generation of golfers average 400 yard drives, new tees could be added on virtually every hole to handle that situation.
How many courses accommodate and sometimes demand the use of the putter from 40 yards and in?
How many courses offer holes of such continual strategic interest and plethora of shot options?
How many courses are so starkly beautiful, peaceful, remote, links-like, and spiritually uplifting?
How many courses borrow so many notes from the greatest symphonies ever produced in the game, yet somehow remain distinctively unique and wonderfully original in its own right?
How many courses do you not only never tire of playing, but make one purposefully defy physical limitations in some adrenaline-induced state of golfing euphoria to race against the coming of darkness and the end of the day?
How many courses have such a sense of timelessness?