I was watching golf on tv long before I ever played the game, and for an unlettered outsider like me it was the Open championship that most taught me what golf was all about, ie what most characterized the game itself and how to play it. I'd tune in (during the always hot and humid Toronto July days) and see, one year, cool wet, windy weather and sweaters and nice green grass, and the next year, under a bright sun, shirt-sleeves and a brownish baked-out landscape with golf balls that bounded along for 50 yards after hitting the ground. Nothing to do with this topic, I suppose -- other than to suggest that to an urban-bound youngster golf seemed the most *natural* of all sports/games, and one in which what the weather did to you and to the golf course actually determined how you *played* the game.
A tougher game that way, played the way it was supposed to be played on courses that naturally changed with the seasons. But sure: if we today can *pay* for whatever it is we want/prefer/demand all of this must seem like nothing more than sentimental hogwash.
Once upon a time, golf courses used to shape golf games -- ie Trevino had one type of game, playing off Texas hardpan, and Nicklaus from Scioto had another, and Peter Thompson yet another and Gary Player and Bobby Locke still others; nowadays it is *our golf games* that shape/design and maintain the golf courses. Pooh to that, I say. It sure feels antithetical to the very spirit and nature of the game.