Gib,
Your latest post reminds me of a facebook encounter I had today. My brother's wife put some cute pictures of my twin nieces up with a nice caption. Distance makes it so I don't see them much, so I was happy to see another one in a thousand cute pictures. But honestly, I couldn't ignore the television screen behind them. It was showing what appeared to be two 8-week old Siberian Husky pups getting their very first practice session with the Kama Sutra. So what did I comment on? it certainly wasn't my nieces.
Same with this website. Each and every topic has been so thoroughly covered that I find it hard to be interested all the time in the same old stuff. We all run the risk of Melvyn-ing ourselves should we continue to preach our beliefs about mowing lines, contour, and bunker placement. There's only so much fodder for the canon (pun intended) here at GCA.com.
That's why I tend to be just the opposite of you. When I explain this website or play golf with the uninitiated, I get a bit emphatic about certain issues. If I can manage to communicate without being a warthog-faced buffoon, it goes over well.
When we played O-lake that day, it was my first foray into a ritzy classic club as a guest. I was nervous, and felt the need to prove my worth to the cause. So I laced up my black Nike's, drank the juice, and tried to sound eloquent in front of you and Neal. But now that I've been around a few years here in the treehouse, I feel like I'd be less inclined to regurgitate the gospel should we play again soon.