Calling a course the Augusta of ______ is pretty passé. But then you look at Druids Glen, outside of Dublin. It gives you the vibe. Maybe it’s the flowers, or maybe it’s the hills and placid ponds surrounded by stately trees. The stone bridges certainly help, so does the dogleg – hole 13! – that winds around a hill with a stream running along the bending fairway. Druids Glen is not Augusta, however, even though it may share some of the same touchstones. It’s its own course, and that course is damn fun (and hard!). You’ll never play Augusta, but you can play Druids Glen. I say do it.