Patrick, Patrick, Patrick.
I appreciate the lengthy response.
But you still miss the point.
No, I don't fixate on surroundings - not unless you consider the 5% value I've stated at least a dozen times to be fixation - I just acknowledge they exist. And if you really believe I was that focused on the competitive aspects of the match against you, to the extent that I forgot where I was and what was around me, then you have a GREATLY enlarged impression of the importance to me of that match.
Which of course I also believe.
As for why the knees shake on 16 Cypress and why one might be inspired to greatness on 7 Pebble, well your explanation is how it works for soul-less, hypercompetitive YOU; just please don't come close to assuming that's how it works for those of us more attuned to the spritual nature of the game. You are so far off on that, it really does make me kinda sad. You are missing so much this game has to offer...
Your question as to why I went and played what Sand Hills regulars call a "church nine" so completely reveals your ignorance that I really need say nothing more. Oh yeah, that was all about the playing of more golf holes, nothing more. Sure it was.
Patrick - of course golf remains in the playing - I've said that many, many times and in fact chide those who walk around golf courses without their sticks in their "study" of the courses. I could never do that. The hitting of the shots - what you call "interfacing with architecture" is indeed the largest part of playing the game. It's just NOT 100%, all of what is involved in golf.
The reason I went out and played that extra nine really did reverse the roles - it was 95% sprituality, 5% hitting the shots. I damn near did leave the clubs at the Porch. But that 5% was as necessary and real as the 5% of what you would call extraneous is when I'm playing a normal round. In any case, you all said you were watching me through the binoculars - you didn't notice me sit behind 2 green for a good 5 minutes, just soaking things in, my gaze looking OUTWARD? Yep, that was all about hitting the shots. Mm-hmm.
I don't expect you to come close to understanding this. But then I would never expect you to leave the Porch to play a late Church Nine, either.
Ok, so you say Potato, Tom Doak and I say potahto. It's just about time to call the whole thing off.
You remain completely wrong, though. All that one can see and feel while playing a golf hole is indeed part of that golf hole. The same goes for courses. You can deny this, explain it away, try to redefine it, whatever. It's just never going to change this very basic truth.
For me anyway.
And I remain saddened your focus blinds you to this - for your sake. I shall pray for your golfing soul.