There's a lot to not like about Arizona Grand. It isn't 7,200 yards long. It sits next to a freeway. You have to use plastic balls on the practice range. But then there's the 18th hole. You make the walk uphill from 17, having spent an undue amount of time whacking your ball out of the sandy desert landscape that makes up the back nine. Your fatigue from the front nine — a minefield of rolling hills and giant water hazards — is catching up with you. But then there's the 18th hole. Par 3, 202 yards, with Camelback Mountain and the entire city of Phoenix in all its sun-baked glory in the distance. You hit your ball, misjudge the 30-yard difference in altitude between you and the hole, overshoot it to an embarrassing degree. You check your scorecard, think about how much you hate this course. But then there's the 18th hole, and you can't wait to get out there again.