Well, let me tell ya somethin’ about this Tom Morris golf wear, you know, the kind them fancy folks wear when they’re out hittin’ them little white balls.
Tom Morris golf clothing, that’s what they call it. I ain’t no golfer myself, mind you. My old man, he used to say golf was a good walk spoiled. But I seen them pictures, them fellas all dressed up in their fancy pants and shirts. Looks like they’re goin’ to a party, not whackin’ at a ball, if you ask me.
Now, from what I hear, this Tom Morris fella, he’s a big deal in the golfin’ world. St. Andrews, they say, that’s where he’s from. Got his own shop there, sellin’ all sorts of this golf apparel. Shirts, pants, shoes… the whole shebang. They even got this special thing, a “Tom Morris 200 bundle,” with a fancy head cover for your stick. Don’t ask me what a driver head cover is, sounds like somethin’ you put on your car, not a golf club. But them golfers, they like their fancy stuff, that’s for sure.
- They got shirts, what they call “polos”. Look like regular shirts to me, but I guess they got some special name for ’em.
- Then there’s the pants, “golf shorts” and “golf pants”. Short ones for when it’s hot, long ones for when it ain’t. Common sense, if you ask me.
- And shoes! Special shoes just for golfin’. Can you believe that? Like your regular shoes ain’t good enough to walk around in the grass.
- Oh, and they got rain gear too. In case it starts rainin’ while you’re out there chasin’ that little white ball. Seems like a lot of fuss for a game, if you ask me.
Now, they say there’s a lot of different golf clothing brands out there. Thirty of ’em, they say! Thirty different companies makin’ clothes just for golfin’! That’s a lot of shirts and pants, ain’t it? But this Tom Morris, he’s one of the best, they tell me. The “brashest”, the “boldest”, the “all-around best”. Sounds like a bunch of hogwash to me, but folks seem to like it.
They say pickin’ out the right golf clothes can be “overwhelmin'”. Overwhelmin’! Like pickin’ out a shirt is the hardest thing in the world. But I guess if you’re one of them fancy golfers, you gotta look the part, you know? Gotta have the right shoes, the right pants, the right shirt. Otherwise, them other golfers might laugh at ya, I reckon.
This golf apparel ain’t just about lookin’ good, though. They say it helps you play better too. Keeps you cool when it’s hot, keeps you dry when it’s rainin’. I don’t know about all that. Seems to me like if you’re gonna hit that ball good, you gotta practice, not worry about your fancy clothes. But what do I know? I’m just an old woman.
They talk about “trendy” and “cool” golf brands. Trendy! Cool! Like golf clothes are supposed to be somethin’ fashionable. I tell you, back in my day, you wore whatever you had on hand when you went out to do somethin’. Didn’t need no special clothes just to walk around in the grass. But times change, I guess.
And this St. Andrews place, where Tom Morris has his shop, they call it “The Home of Golf”. The Home of Golf! Sounds like a mighty important place. I bet them golfers go there and spend a whole lotta money on them fancy clothes. Free shippin’ if you spend over 50, they say. Fifty what? Fifty dollars? Fifty pounds? Them fancy folks and their fancy money.
Anyways, that’s what I know about this Tom Morris golf clothing. It’s fancy, it’s expensive, and it’s for them folks who like to chase that little white ball around. Me, I’ll stick to my regular clothes, thank you very much. They’re comfortable, they’re practical, and they don’t cost an arm and a leg. But if you’re a golfer, I guess you gotta have the right gear. And from what I hear, this Tom Morris stuff is some of the best there is. So go on, get yourself some fancy pants and a shirt, and go hit that ball. Just don’t expect me to understand it.
And if you are lookin’ for this Tom Morris stuff, go on to St. Andrews, that’s where his store is at. Or maybe look online, they sell everything on that there internet now, don’t they? Just search for Tom Morris, you’ll find it. But be prepared to spend some money, ’cause this ain’t no bargain basement stuff, I tell ya.
