Let’s face it: not everyone who steps onto a golf course is there to win the Masters. Some of us are just trying to hit the ball without taking a chunk of Earth with it. And that’s okay—because in the end, golf is 90% mental, U suck at golf 10% skill, and 100% about looking like you know what you’re doing.
You may suck at golf. In fact, you may be historically, scientifically, heartbreakingly bad. Your swing might resemble someone fighting off an invisible swarm of bees. Your ball might have a spiritual connection with sand traps. You might be the only person in your group who needs to yell “FORE!” before they even tee off—just as a courtesy.
But let’s take a moment to acknowledge your true strength: you look cool doing it.
Your golf wardrobe is on point. You've got the moisture-wicking polo, the perfectly creased khaki shorts, the brand-new glove you definitely don’t need because you barely make contact with the ball—but man, it looks professional. Your visor is tilted just right, your sunglasses scream “I know what I’m doing,” and your golf bag is stocked with clubs you don’t even know how to pronounce. Hybrids, wedges, maybe a putter that cost more than your car’s last oil change.
You arrive at the course like a legend in your own mind. You warm up with a few practice swings—most of them whiffs—and tap your shoes like you're walking into Augusta. Then comes the first tee shot. You step up confidently, take a mighty swing… and send the ball slicing into a nearby pond. Do you panic? Nope. You throw down another ball like it was all part of the plan. You're not just golfing—you’re performing.
As your scorecard climbs higher than your driver’s loft angle, you still hold your head high. Because here’s the thing: no one remembers your triple bogey on the 8th hole—but they will remember the way you leaned on your club like a Tour pro, or how you twirled it after a lucky shot that actually made it to the green. Confidence is key, even when it’s completely unjustified.
And when the round ends and you’ve somehow managed to lose 12 balls, bend two irons, and invent three new swear words, you stroll into the clubhouse like you just won the Open. You clink drinks, laugh at your own misery, and talk about that one good shot like it was the highlight of your career. Spoiler: it was.
Because in the end, sucking at golf is a universal experience. It’s a humbling, frustrating, ridiculous sport—and that’s exactly why we love it. So keep showing up, keep swinging, and most importantly, keep looking cool while you do it. You're not just bad at golf. You're stylishly bad. And that’s a whole vibe.