My real favorite at the moment is my home course, because I've played it often enough to know it pretty well. Seems to me that frequency of play is an essential part of becoming a "favorite" golf course.
I agree. Oak Ridge is still my favorite. I especially miss it now that the ground is wet and the wind is strong, which means I am hitting lumber or long irons into a most of the holes at Windsong. The experience makes me feel old.
Get used to it! It beats the hell out of the alternative.
Tee it forward!
Tee it forward? That's one philosophy. Here's another:
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-- Dylan Thomas
I'll tee it forward when I can't reach long par-4s with my fairway wood or hybrid.
In the meantime: Golf is meant to test your skills -- and be raged at!