Golf Digest Index is the newest entrant in the ha-ha-I'm-richer-than-you and my-wife-has-larger-breasts category. Its formula may not be novel -- pricey golf, pricey cars, pricey booze -- but the publication goes about its business in a distinctly different manner. I'm not sure how to put it, other than to say that you don't hate the people featured in it. Sure, you secretly hope a plumbing apocalypse soils their Oriental rugs beyond repair, but Golf Digest Index does the nigh impossible in making them interesting subjects of discourse.
A golfer may or may not have what is termed the ‘architectonic sense’ very highly developed so far as the courses he plays on are concerned. He may be partially blind to the strategic influences that threaten him and have a stronger inclination to specialize in the technicalities that claim his greater interest. But there may be others who prefer to receive impressions as they come with irrelevant swiftness, who delight more in the spirit than in the precise letter of the game. TOM SIMPSON