I don’t need the
staged violence at the G-20 worldwide econ summit in London to confirm just how bad the economy is in Great Britain.
(If John Daly had a brother - who lost a kidney or three)
The venerable SCOTSMAN reports this week that with flagging, countrywide golf club membership, the birthplace of the game is actually allowing jeans wearers to do something other than club member ballwashing.
I grew up whacking the pill around beaten-down, public tracks in the Kansas City-area, and like many of you, wasn’t averse to going shirtless once outside the starter’s sightlines.
But we’re talking about the birthplace of the game here, and allowing jeans, even if it’s just to enter the clubhouse, is akin to John Calipari moving to Nepal and taking a vow of silence.
ONCE considered taboo by golf clubs, the impact of the recession on membership numbers has forced some to change their attitude towards denim.
A campaign called “Love Golf? Join the Club”, aimed at filling 10,000 vacancies across Scotland, has been launched with an emphasis on customer service and a more relaxed dress code.
To be clear, this does not apply to actual club players. We’re talking about merely allowing denim to be present at club functions. (Think Bushwood C.C. with really unintelligible accents.) No matter how grim the economic indicators get in The City (that U.K. for Wall Street), I can’t imagine we’ll see a Canadian Tuxedo traversing the 18th green at St. Andrews in our lifetime.
That said, I can already hear the cry emanating from the soot-strewn streets of Glasgow to the hallowed halls of ancient Edinburgh:
FREEDOM! (You knew I had to work that in, chap.)