Back in 2001, The Emperor called to insist I meet him at this funky-ass Indian casino, somewhere up in the mountains near San Diego. The tribe was running their gambling out of these enormous temporary bubbles that looked more blimp hangars than anything else, but the course was operating - surprisingly, without a liquor license. At the time, Tommy and I had never actually met in person, so I jetted down to meet this wildly bombastic force of nature on GCA. I had no clue that providence had chosen to bring forth my spiritual doppelgänger - a synchronistic development made obvious by the time we reached the alternate-fairway 4th hole.
How impressed with Barona Creek? To the point that my 1st phone call (once we got cell service outside Rattlesnake Canyon) was to call the tournament chairman of a large yearly event I’ve played in since 1998 (called “Golf Till You Drop”) and insist the tournament be moved there immediately. I’ve played it at least 25 times and it still makes my short list of favorite places to play in America. We eventually moved KP there for a year or two, an epic gathering that brought absolutely rave reviews. If forced to make a comparison, Barona contains the intellectual texture of Rustic Canyon, with the brawny, classical expanse of my beloved Stevinson Ranch (RIP). This is not breathless hyperbole - at one point I wondered whether the architect had nicked some long-lost MacKenzie (or Hunter) plans and pretended they were his.
At last count, I’ve played more than 10 of Todd’s new or remodeled creations and not to swell his head too much, his greatest strength are highly developed aesthetic sensibilities, but always blended with the practicality of encouraging multiple shot options, particularly along the ground. Does he repeat himself? Most of his bunkering schematics seem to have a distant artistic connection to Pasatiempo, but I cannot say his work looks like ersatz MacKenzie. Everything fits and presents itself in proportion to the surrounds - in other words, no Principal’s Nose that comes pops out of the ground, just because.
Orinda CC came out terrific. I know some people think it was a golf course of real merit before, but the land is awkward and hardly conducive to a first class layout, but Todd made the best of it, designing in all sorts of chutes and ladders to keep things interesting. I could honestly play it every day - a vast improvement on what was a constrictive collage of rudderless modifications by brain-damaged Green Chairs, inflicting their vapid twaddle on what was once probably a pretty decent track.
Neal and I played Quail Lodge together and enjoyed it thoroughly, especially the back nine. For a resort course, it is fairly demanding, but what sticks out is the detail work. Todd did a nice job of paying attention to the green complexes - where you have to really look hard, pick your spots and resist taking the bait. Some bunkering looks far more dangerous and intimidating than it is, others look innocuous, but are deep and hide the size of the putting surface.
Those who know Todd usually remark how personable and diplomatic he is. Figuring out a way to successfully navigate the politics of two high-tone L.A. Jewish Clubs with sanity intact is a skill unto itself. I guess after managing that - and Lakeside CC - landing jobs in Kurdistan, the UAE and multiple projects in China must have been easy peasy.