About

We started Weekend Bogeys because we got tired of golf pretending it was something it isn't.

Walk into any golf shop, scroll through any golf brand's feed, watch any golf commercial, and you'll see the same thing. Perfect swings. Pristine fairways. Guys in expensive polos looking like they've never once chunked a chip from ten yards off the green. It's a beautiful fantasy, and it has almost nothing to do with the game that the rest of us actually play.

The game most of us play looks a little different. It involves at least one ball that goes somewhere genuinely inexplicable. It involves a swing thought that worked on the range and completely evaporated on the first tee. It involves someone in the group confidently misreading a yardage, a putt that lips out so cruelly it feels personal, and a back nine that somehow gets worse after the front nine was already bad. It involves laughing about all of it over a beer at the 19th hole, making the same tee time for next weekend, and meaning it.

That golfer — the one who shows up every Saturday with a fresh attitude and last week's swing — is not a failed version of a good golfer. They are the soul of the game. They are the ones keeping courses open, pro shops stocked, and the cart girl employed. They deserve apparel that sounds like them.

Weekend Bogeys is that apparel. Every shirt we make is a flag you can plant that says exactly what you have been thinking since the third hole. No aspirational fantasy. No swing tips stitched into the collar. Just honest, comfortable, golf-appropriate gear for people who love this stupid, beautiful, infuriating game.

Weekend Bogeys. For golfers who are done pretending.