I've been home a day or so now from the big fall Nebraska-Colo tour. I have been pondering how to describe it. Being absent from the homestead for a week, letting some stuff pile up, and yet skipping out on the home chores again today to play 27 more with great friends on another beautiful crystal clear fall day, didn't help me in my diliberations on offering a report on the Nebraska trip.
Then, to complicate matters, I'm coming off of a great trip to Georgia the previous week to see Mike Young's wonderful achievement at Longshadow, again in the company of the honorable fellowship of GCA all-stars. And, to show how we are moving in circles, I get to see Pete LaValle and his bride Janice, having also enjoyed his company just a week before at Longshadow, as they also wound up spending some of their "special" time at BallyNeal. What kind of coincidental kismet is that?
So, here I am, completely on golf sensory overload, having had a few weeks of golf experiences that if I was to get really sentimental, I could mimic Jones's speech to St Andrews town ceremony where he said something like,
'if you took all of golf from my life except my time at St. Andrews, I'd still have had a rich golf life'. Well I guess I could almost go that far and say similar about the last two weeks.
Then I was just watching the Iron Chef, and seeing all these spoiled foodie snobs luxuriate over their culinary delights of the great chefs inorder to grade the five dishes prepared by the chef masters, and I thought, 'wow- and there with all the starvin pigmies in Africa and such.'
So, I ask myself if I'm becoming too jaded to even think about somehow attempting to craft a post to say which sand hills course I now love better, SHGC, or BallyNeal.... now that I have had the joy of playing both multiple times. Jaded is defined as, 'made dull by excess; sated". That's me all right!
But, I have even more experiences to set my head in a tailspin as the result of this fantastic sand hills sojourn. That is the 'just plain lucky' part. I and Adam Clayman (who has now become a real sand hills 'man about the region') were invited to be part of the "Believers Cup". I was too embarrassed to ask what it was we were actually supposed to 'believe in'. But, there I was in the midst of the real heros of golf in the sand hills - the club house staff, and maintenance crew and their supers - past and present, of SHGC. And I was witness to the commraderie of SHGC's rival club at Dismal River, with their superintendent also participating in the big season ending bash of staffs. It was a real boys weekend to blow off a lot of steam that must come from a season of serving the members of these fine golf clubs.
I was really impressed and moved at the spirit of colleagiality of the SHGC guys with Justin, the Dismal River guy. I still haven't seen Dismal River, and regardless of these ratings and rankings, I'm prepared to say that their super is a very dedicated, serious man who cares deeply about is work.
There were a few other assorted Mullen characters as well, including a certain banker who claimed he was an 8, who plays regularly with some of the other attendees at Ron Farris's uncle Ernie's, Mullen GC. That fellow played the best wind game I ever saw to shoot 75 in a 40mph cold and brutal gale!
And, well sated we were through the hospitality of Cory Crandall, the first SHGC super whom I first met long before there even was a GCA.com. Cory now runs a mom and pop course in Ogallala (West Winds) that visitors to the region should stop to play just for the local flavor and hospitality of the area. Cory, offered up his course for the final round of the BC, and hosted the best damn steak fry and hold'em poker night you could imagine. And, I observed the current supers and staff treat Cory with a great affection and respect he deserves, being a sort of "Dean" of the region's superintendents. Now, Cory does it all from overseeing the maintenance on his course to folding the sweaters, cooking the grub, and keeping an eye on Adam.
And, yes I've become capricious and whimsical as well, like saying who you loved best when it gets down to which beautiful woman you kissed last - is best. Having played 27 at both Bayside and Wild Horse this trip, (both built by my favorites, Bunkerhill - Proctor and Axeland) I am glad I finished with Wild Horse so I can still without reservation say I love Wild Horse best because it is the best total 18 holes. Those two courses were played in perfect windy clear and cool conditions and I struggle to not declare the front 9 at Bayside every bit as good as either side at Wild Horse! A big thank you to owner Jason of Bayside for hosting the gang and giving the entire course over to the Believers Cup. It is only the irratic nature of the backside at Bayside GC with 3.5 clinker holes that doesn't make it a totally unfathomable dilemma to judge which course is better and would thus be beyond my ken. But, there I said it: WH is best; can I have another last kiss?
So, it was almost with tears in my eyes that I said goodbye to Adam there on the porch at Wild Horse. Thankfully, a great day back here in Dairyland was a sufficient tonic to keep me from a deep depression that I won't be back in the Sand Hills for months.
So, I get back to my original question. Can we become jaded, spoiled, capricious, and are we just plain lucky to play the courses we do? How can we really attempt the exquisitly rediculous task - to rank and rate courses while under the jaded spell of getting to play so many great golf courses?
Sand Hills or BallyNeal? Bayside or Wild Horse? A day with Cory and the sand hills posse, or a homecoming with my posse back in a fall color drenched good home golf course?
Hell, I don't know... just get out there and enjoy it, we're just plain lucky and life is short.