TD,
Nice use of Shakespearean, existential nihilism . . . . . . to paraphrase Triumph the Insult Comic Dog - on whether Pac Dunes sneaks ahead of Pebble Beach for 10 seconds means anything - the correct response is "Who gives a shit?"
This jockeying for position by splitting hairs passed the idiotic sign 100 miles ago - and now approaches pointless irrelevancy.
And would somebody explain to the puppet-masters at Condom Mask that not one person buys the magazine to find out if Oakland Hills has surpassed Oak Hill or Oak Tree on the GD list for best golf courses with tedious names.
That stated, it is nice our panel - by rightly downgrading my beloved Lake Course - finally ended the rudderless tinkering and hired a design team with taste for a change. Maybe not my very first choice, but Gil, Shac and The Emperor is a pretty tough team to bring into battle.
So we can appropriately thank our panel . . . . . even if the Grillroom Boo Birds got their panties and tail in a twist.
In the end, I think dividing the list by Top 10, Top 20 etc etc made a lot more sense - and less susceptible to the capricious vagaries of what amounts to a panel of knowledgeable amateurs, no matter how well versed . . . . . which admittedly includes me.
Looking at the current "Top 10," one could make a perfectly well reasoned, cogent argument that ANY of those 10 belongs at #1, so in pointlessly ascertaining which supermodel is better looking, I shall defer back to Triumph the Dog.