I thought the golf course looked contrived, artificial and gimmicky. It looked like an international version of Kemper Lakes from suburban Chicago, one of the worst courses ever to host a major championship. Watching the telecast on Sunday, I was laughing out loud as Johnny Miller, he the self-appointed arbiter of calculating the caliber of championship sites for golf, fairly gushed about the design genius of the Palmer Course. I, of course, knew what was coming: ten minutes later, Arnold was in the booth talking about his design. Johnny, you are a self absorbed gasbag and a phony flannel mouth if there ever was one. You rip good golf courses and then fellate the King about an undeniably pedestrian golf course. Shame shame shame.