It might just be that both members and visitors got tired of paying $69 for cheaply made, poorly stitched, Ashworth trash that dissolve like alka-seltzer after three washings.
Peter Millar shirts actually keep their shape and XL sizes don't instantly shrink into a ladies medium, which explains why I've got the most expensive pile of Ashworth cleaning and garage rags in western civilization.
Maybe it is a European thing, but I also cannot fathom why anybody would adorn their beer gut and soup stains with the world's most garish, out-of-proportion, Hugo Boss logo.
Of course, it seems everybody on the eastern wall of the Atlantic likes their pants and shirts to fit like a strait jacket, so maybe my wife is right and I'm a walking ocular offense, with baggy tan khakis, white socks and black golf shoes.