I've found the modern ball and equipment has drastically changed my perception of bunkers from the tee, particularly when trying to pick out the tripwires and plot a reasonably doable path to the dance floor.
It seems to me (aside from TD, C&C, Jeff Bradley, etc), golf design has become a far more linear game with the new balls, in a sense making it harder for me to tack my way around - and especially play the ground game into the green complexes.
I always thought through nearly every shot with some kind of curved shot in mind. Bunker on the right off the tee? Well, give it a wide berth towards the left rough and curve it back to safety. If I come over the top a bit, I'm in the first cut, not quite enough movement, maybe a little tougher angle (assuming a Donald Ross "S-turn" par-4) . . . . but a solid fade/slice, middle of the fairway or right next to the bunker with a perfect angle.
Hitting a draw is literally encoded in my DNA, so that was always as easy "no brainer." (I hate that term, but have not had enough coffee not to resort to a hideous cliche)
But now - new "straight balls," with more steroids and epidurals in my spine than actual cartilage and bone - everything becomes an exercise in picking a spot and trying to hit a linear shot, without the benefit of a little breathing room.
Pietro sent me a couple sleeves of classic balatas and after my next plasma injections, going to see how they work with my 3-degrees open, oversized driver and fairway woods. One good thing, nobody paying attention would ever steal my bats - especially with the horse-cock arthritis grips.
The point is, PLAYING golf 20-odd years ago had an entire other dimension - and I find myself further from the hole when I finally reach the green, because it is difficult to "help" the ball totter along the contours towards the pin.
Maybe OT, maybe not, but for example, trying to sneak a tee shot in that little strip to the left of Shoe's bunker at Pac Dunes #2 was an incredible temptation given the ease of the approach from there.
Because the ball does not curve anymore, it is like playing to a long par-3 target with a driver - so without the fudge factor (early in the round, too), I end up whacking it to the right of Shoe and enduring a severely uphill (out of a divot, usually) approach from the wrong angle to that gorgeously placed green complex.
This is why watching Bubba Watson play golf makes my heart sing . . . . it is a game in which I used to be familiar.