Golf in the Magic Kingdom

Just returned from Orlando and all things golf and Mickey. The PGA Show offers more cute golf guys per square foot than you can shake a SwingStick at. The weather gods of the Midwest always take this opportunity to jack with us -- it rained one day, and the next day it was actually warmer back home than it was in Orlando.

We had a chance to see lots of great fashion. Saw Ian Poulter in his Union Jack vest and excellent hair (and yeah, the guy who moderated the fashion show is wearing pink slacks). Ian's a guy who can wear just about anything, and the models for his men's line could, too -- skinny slacks, bright colors, wide belts, lots of gel and soul patches. Someone made a comment about his recent laser eye surgery, attributing the wild outfits he wears to an inability to see what he's wearing -- sour grapes. He looked hot.


Also snapped this photo of Boo Weekley, who debuted a line of camouflage golf clothes. Which you would need why, exactly? We thought it was all about looking good on the course, not blending in with the tree line, but then neither of us is partial to guys who chew, so what do we know? Boo was happy to have his picture taken, and actually turned around to do a little booty-shake dance for me after I got the mug shot. And he's got a lot of booty to shake.

Boo's new line is primarily men's but we did see a pink ladies' tech polo with camouflage inset panels down the sides. My question is, if you're wearing pink, how inconspicuous can you be?

We didn't get to see Tiger, of course, but we found out where he likes to eat. Most of the tour guys were in Scottsdale for the FBR Open. We saw Duffy Waldorf in the Gogie Girl booth, selling wine. Dennis DeYoung did a concert Wednesday night -- the guy's still got some pipes. The sponsor was Elations, a gluco/chondro joint drink. Would have been perfect with a shot of vodka, like a Red Bull cocktail for us boomers. More on the ladies in the next post.