I am both blessed and cursed with an aspy video disk in my skull, so I tend to remember most courses with abnormal clarity and recall. That stated, the most memorable run in two distinct flavors:
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[/size](1) Unexpected love-at-first-sight layouts, with a healthy dose of quirk, variety and chutzpah - the kind of delightful surprise where you want to run straight from the 18th green back to the 1st tee, and (2) Architectural train wrecks so laughably bad they make Casey O'Callaghan look like Harry Colt - just as everyone remembers a fabulous blind date with equal facility as the chick with the tongue ring who puked in your Porsche.
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[/size]Even years later, I can still describe most every hole at Eagle Point, outside Medford, Oregon - just as I can recall each architectural imbroglio at The Ranch in San Jose, primarily because there are some things so bad, you cannot unsee it, no matter how much time has passed.
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