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      <title>In Praise of the Course That Never Asks Who You Are</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;There is a nine-hole course a short drive from most towns of any size, the kind of place with a pro shop the size of a garden shed, a cart barn that has not been repainted since the Clinton administration, and a green fee that has probably gone up twice in a decade. Nobody writes magazine features about these courses. They rarely host anything more prestigious than a Saturday men&amp;rsquo;s league or a high school match. But they are, by a wide margin, where most of the people who love this game actually learned to play it, and they deserve a great deal more credit than golf&amp;rsquo;s glossier corners tend to give them.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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