Call me a voyeur.
Ninety percent (minimum!) of the reason I subscribe to golf magazines and watch golf tournaments and come to this Web site is voyeurism (of the visual sort, and otherwise).
I'll never get to play 99 percent of the courses I want to play -- which doesn't diminish by one iota my desire to either play them or look at them or talk about them.
Clubs in hand, obviously, make the experience far superior -- but I can be quite content just walking around (so long as I have a ball in hand to roll "putts" and "chips" across the greens).
Not PERFECTLY content, mind you -- but quite content, as I was when I walked, with my daughters, the entire, now-deserted course at Hazeltine, after the final round of the 2002 PGA Championship, while the trophy was being presented up at 18.
I desperately wanted to play the course, which I hadn't done in 15 years -- but even so, I was quite content just to be walking down its fairways and across its greens, looking around, soaking it in.
In my next life, when and if I ever retire, I intend to take a really good camera and walk around the golf courses I've never managed to play.
My guess is that access will be easier to arrange.
Maybe they'll let me take a putter along.