Once upon a time, in a rinky-dink golf course far away, a guy named Scott was scolded for not tucking in his shirt. 

It was in that moment he could physically feel the age-old conflict bubble up inside his improperly dressed gut: how does a long-time lover of golf compete with the nonconformist within? 

The answer was immediately clear…they don’t.

Welcome to Peckerhead Golf Club, where arbitrary laws and orders have no say in the beautiful game of golf. The game where you are meant to be your greatest opponent — not the country club.

It’s time to blow up the pretentious, stuffy bullshit that’s existed forever, and for no good reason. It’s time to put individuality back into the ultimate solo sport. 

So change your shoes in the parking lot. Wear whatever inseam feels right. Take a selfie on the green. Who cares.

Let’s raise a middle finger to the khaki-clad gatekeepers and hit the green like no one is watching.

For the love for golf, let’s just play.