When I played the Biarritz in April 2014, my 7 iron with the ProV1x landed a few feet short of the pin, on the green, pretty close to the pin, ... an awfully good shot, I'd have to say ... then took one bounce and rolled across the tier and into the deep swale. My next three strokes had me feeling like Sisyphus, but my fourth putt made it to the top of the putting surface where, disheartened, I didn't give the hole any more opportunities to savage me. None of that shock of delight at the tee for me, as my ball disappeared into the swale, the deep and wide swale, and seemed to die there.
At the end of my quick tour around the course, I circled back to the Biarritz and hit an 8 iron, which landed about 8-10 feet short of the green, started rolling smoothly at once, and wound up close enough to the hole to kick in. As no one else was on the course and daylight still remained, I went back to the tee and played the hole again, with two more 8 irons this time, and achieved the same result as previously, with more or less long kick-ins. No longer a tragic Greek figure, I decided the Biarritz in West Virginia was at least the equal to the one in Connecticut, with the advantage that, unlike at Yale, I didn't have to see my desolate tee shot staring at me as I worked myself all the way to the hole.