MJ sporting jeans at the Cup
This is one of *those* debates in golf that pops up every now and again. Today, a spirited discussion was sparked when my colleague (and big bro), Alan Shipnuck, tweeted about spontaneously popping by a driving range at a public course and being scolded because of his “inappropriate attire.”
One of the handful of spectators that caught Tiger Woods practicing at Merion Golf Club for the upcoming U.S. Open snapped some photos of the golfer playing, who woke up and picked out cargo shorts for the occasion.
First of all, I’m not a fan of cargo shorts, so I don’t think they should be worn even at a local muni. Secondly, I feel like they’re not allowed at Merion, a very old, traditional club, if your name isn’t Tiger Woods. (Actually, just received confirmation from a member that cargo shorts aren’t typically permitted, but the course was technically closed yesterday and Woods was a guest of the USGA.)
Scarlet fever: the US team struts its stuff in practice.
Keegan has gone for full colour coordination here — notice the red-trimmed shoes. That’s admirable attention to detail, and it marks him out as a team player. Plus, the Ivy League dandy look is very on trend.
Furthermore: (possibly NSFW)
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Nice Effing Pants celebrates the wackiest, ugliest and coolest pants (or skorts) in golf — from the pros to the weekend hacker.
Westy celebrated the start of October by dressing like a pumpkin?
If you watched any of Sunday’s coverage of the Dunhill Links Championship, then you probably had to pick your jaw up off the ground when you saw Lee Westwood’s costume outfit.
It’s still unclear why the world No. 2 was wearing what appeared to be an orange sweatsuit. Perhaps he liked this Paris Hilton look. Or maybe he was doing his best impression of Rickie Fowler’s former Sunday head-to-toe all-orange getup (at least Westy chose a softer hue).
Nice Effing Pants brings you the wackiest, ugliest and coolest pants (or skorts) in golf — from the pros to the weekend hacker.
Webb's only bogey today!
Webb Simpson, currently the hottest golfer on the PGA Tour, continued his hot streak on Thursday at the BMW Championship, firing a sizzling six-under 65 at Cog Hill (which surprisingly wasn’t good enough to put him atop the leaderboard since Justin Rose carded an eight-under 63). And if he hasn’t caught your attention after winning two of the last three PGA Tour events, his sartorial choices may have!
Email from Yahoo Devil Ball Golf’s Shane Bacon on Thursday afternoon: “If Phil doesn’t make Nice Effing Pants tonight, I’m never talking to you again.”
And I couldn’t let that happen. So this one’s for you, buddy!
Mid-life crisis pants
If Phil’s burnt orange trousers from yesterday’s practice round exposed some transatlantic differences in taste, a split at the seams on the subject of terrible trousers, between Irish blogger and American readership, surely these bad boys sported by Davis Love III during his tidy first round will bring us back onto the same page. There’s no debate to be had here, right?
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In a word: no
Vegas’s pre-tournament favourite (file under ‘inexplicable statistical anomalies’) played a practice round in the company of Dustin Johnson, Jeff Overton and Hunter Mahan yesterday while wearing a dodgy pair of faux-1950s slacks suggestive of a shy orange. A triumph of tailoring or sartorial disaster? You decide.
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Jerry Kelly settled his Rose Bowl bet with JJ Henry
Back in January, J.J. Henry, who played golf at TCU, and Jerry Kelly, who hails from Madison, WI, made a Rose Bowl bet. The loser had to wear the winning school’s mascot costume. On Wednesday ten minutes before Henry and TCU football coach Gary Patterson teed off for the pro-am at Colonial, Kelly walked up to the practice green in a full Superfrog costume.
Canary yellow? Custard cream, more like.
A reader contacted the blog about this, and after reviewing the tape from yesterday’s second round I can confirm that yes, Luke Donald’s trousers were indeed a crime against civilised taste and decency. Some trousers might be louder, some busier, but Donald’s are never really worn with the requisite levels of good humour or irony; he’s sandwiched awkwardly between Ian Poulter and Martin Kaymer (I should emphasise the fact that I’m speaking figuratively: that’s a literal sandwich no one wants to see).
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