Because I'm a hopeless product of too many years studying old golf courses - and their aged traditions - I like a scorecard where each hole is creatively named.
Having a reasonably clear diagram of each hole is always a plus . . . . along the same vein, I used to find the detailed GPS screen on CCFAD cartball tracks distracting, but I've got to admit it speeds up play quite a bit.
And there is no problem with naming a golf hole for some memorable event or incident either. One of the best things about being at Olympic (for 47 years) are the memories and folklore that accumulates over the years.
These are fabulous conversation starters in the Grillroom. A club does not have to boast a founders pedigree right off the Mayflower to have ghosts in the locker room.
The more bizarre or offbeat the story, the better. And this folklore is what cleaves to the history and texture of a club . . . . at Olympic, most of the real characters checked out many years go, but their memories live on as long as there are peeps to pass on the stories.
And the same goes for individual golf holes . . . . . we have stories about Hogan, Ty Cobb and Tommy Nakajima of course, but some of the best ones are attached to random members whose memories only exist in pictures from my childhood and before.
In other words, the more a personalized the scorecard celebrates the history of the joint, usually the better.