Here’s a little insight into my madness –

A couple of weeks ago a buddy of mine invited me to play with him in a 4-man scramble tournament at his home track, a very exclusive course I might add, and since he really wanted to win, I thought I would have a little fun at his expense.

Now, this friend is your typical competitor with a little game in him, but overall he is all show with a slight need to look and be the best.  I, on the other hand, don’t need to always look my best to feel like I am the best.  I am no slob and will usually dress respectfully when needed, but I can’t always say that about my golf bag.

I thought I would bring out my old 60’s Spalding Staff bag to add a little flavor to my group. Now this isn’t your typical Staff bag, no big flashy pockets or padded strap, no full length dividers or cool accessories, it smells like your grandfather’s old work room but looks like a preserved piece of 60’s American golf. I also slipped in an old wood-headed 3-wood and covered my driver and hybrids with real rabbit fur head covers.  Needless to say, my buddy wasn’t too pleased when I showed up at the range (he later named my bag ‘The Open Sore’ for how red and infected it looked). I got a few chuckles, an occasional stare or two, but mostly Oo’s & Ah’s. After swapping a few stories, I went on to hit some practice balls and all was forgotten….until we ended up winning the tournament! You should have seen the look on everybody’s face as we accepted the first place trophy, “Hey, isn’t that the guy with the old ratty looking bag?”

Never judge someone’s game by the age of their equipment.