Ben Hogan would have called it “jolly golf,” which Hogan had no use for and don’t mistake me for one of those grumpy Hoganistas who think the game went to hell after 1960-something.
But last week in Phoenix and this week at the pro-am party at Pebble Beach have their place in the game and are just at the right part of the schedule and by that we mean real early.
Even when it’s overcast and gloomy, it’s never really gloomy at Pebble Beach. It’s the most beautiful spot in golf – or anywhere for that matter – and the pictures from the Monterey Peninsula are just breathtaking. I’ve been fortunate enough to have been there four times and actually played Pebble once, first group out on a glorious morning when Carmel Bay literally sparkled in the sunlight.
I don’t know if it’s worth the $500 or whatever it takes to play there as a paying customer, but I do know that more than one golfer – including the greatest of all time – says that if they had but one round left to play it would be at Pebble. That’s good enough for me, jolly golf or not.