It’s a jungle, not a fairway. A jagged, stone forest of hard grey and black. Everything’s paved, built up, built on, built out or on its way to being one of the above. There’s the odd vacant lot, but they’re not vacant for long, and the straggling patches of glass- and wire-strewn weeds are never replaced with putting greens. It’s not like there’s enough space to golf on any of them. And yet there are so many golfers here, moving and working among the 8.3 million people that inhabit the 302 square miles that is New York City.