When I was ineptly and mistakenly thinking I could become good enough to make the tour it was my plan to play without logos... on bag, shirt, cap... anywhere. I would have been a pauper on tour. Thank goodness I wasn't good enough.
In one of David Feherty's books he responds to a question by a reader, who asked why when one pro golfer started putting their shades on their hats with the lenses in the back, everybody else followed. He replied, something like, "Because they all got calls from their agents telling the players not to cover up the logo on the hat! Those people are paying you money and Oakley, or whoever's re-entry shields you are wearing, are not! And if they are, where's my percentage?!"
Exactly! Boogie mentioned Euro soccer teams. The money some of those players get make some American sports look like absolute pikers!
Nevets... Mr. Frost actually played this frustrating game!
Robert Frost Suffers Depression after a Particularly Bad Round of Golf*Scores rising and hopes falling fast oh fast,On a golf course I played this weekend past.My effort, like my game, is out of bounds.My game’s a bag of botches first and last.The trees and ponds have them, they are theirs.My golf balls are smothered in their lairs.And just when I think my game’s come around,A double bogey takes me unawares.And those double bogeys will be more ere they be less.How many would be impossible to guess.My stock and store of curse words are expended;I can express nothing—there’s nothing to express.I am not fooled by talk of golf’s graces,As if it were a promised-land oasis.No Canaan looms to redeem my doffing game.I wander lost in its desert places.