Bogey, please, take a couple Ambien, get some rest and delete upon awakening!
But, (sorry for the pun), to the point: There is a lot of group-think around here, to be sure. It took me a long time to become rapturous when looking at yet another majestic Doak hole, whether it hugged a shoreline or took a serpentine path across an otherwise barren meadow. But (there it is again!), I have to admit that my journey from Lost Dunes to Pacific Dunes to the preview of Dismal Doak has been one littered with the flotsom and jetsam of golfing joy. Before I made it to Sand Hills, I had no idea that moonscape could be so alluring. After a few holes (sorry) there, I felt like an ass (becoming incontinent) for not having earlier appreciated how one could take next to nothing landscape, treat it minimally and wind up with such a maximum player experience.
Perhaps Bogey has tired of all of this minimalism. Perhaps we have jumped the shark. Who knows and who cares? Despite all of his crapping (no sphincter control left) on us Doakaphiles, I'm fired up for my first go-round at Dismal Doak later this year. Enemagonna (all gone now) tell you all about it in a great gca road trip post dump sometime in late August.
Many apologies, but I just had to let it out.