When it comes to golf course design, it takes a lot to floor me.
I don't mean to sound like a snob, but having seen more than 630 golf courses so far in my life, true innovation just doesn't come up that often. That's not necessarily a bad thing - subtly mixing and matching established concepts can lead a golfer down a path to deep enjoyment, even if it means a course is not swaggeringly distinct.
Sometimes, though, you want to go off-menu. And Scottsdale National Golf Club's Bad Little Nine is way off-menu.
By design, the Bad Little Nine is the par-3 course from Hell. It's not one of the giggle-fests that festoon a growing number of golf resorts. It's consciously bizarre and inscrutable, with seemingly impossible shots at every turn.
SCOTTSDALE NATIONAL GOLF CLUB (BAD LITTLE NINE)
— Tim Gavrich (@TimGavrich) June 27, 2024
Tim Jackson & David Kahn, 2016
Private
Course #633
Intricate bunkering, surrealist greens and outrageous earthworks frustrate and delight in equal measure. Incredible desert scenery. The best short course I’ve played. pic.twitter.com/xLYLkoViFE
That's what makes it so brilliant. Golfers rightly chafe at excessively difficult "big" courses, but the Bad Little Nine's ridiculous shot demands charm and disarm because they come in a small overall package. Keeping score is pointless (although there's a $1,000 bar credit waiting for any golfer who can break par on a Friday; it has never happened). On many holes, merely hitting the green from the tee feels like making contact with a Major-League fastball.
And then there's hole 5, with its P-shaped green hemmed in by man-made moguls courtesy of architects Tim Jackson and David Kahn. It is unlike anything I have seen in golf - positively alien in appearance. The mounds turn the large-enough putting surface into claustrophobic and half-hidden rooms, and their abrupt, near-vertical walls grate against the green's flowing lines while also referencing the gorgeous mountain backdrop. The hole almost looks like a Zen garden, although the feeling on the tee is anything but calm. The front-left panhandle, where the pin was cut when I played the course a few weeks ago, is about five feet wide; easily the skinniest section of maintained green I have ever seen. It's a tableau that could only work in such a naughty setting as the Bad Little Nine's. I'm smitten.
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