Golf's appeal remains, to me, one of life's minor mysteries. Any activity that involves betting, a servant class, institutionalized sexism, and fashions from Tragiquestan (as the Queer Eye boys would say) fails to get this observer's vote.
However, I have friends who obstinately maintain a fondness for the sport, so I keep an open mind--open enough to be entertained by a list of driver names compiled by SortaGolf (tagline: "Gimme Mulligan or Gimme Death").
A definition for the truly golf-challenged (my people!): a driver is a golf club employed to hit the wee dimpled sphere as hard and far as possible. According to SortaGolf, manufacturers of drivers are competing to tap into "this deep emotional vein of golfing testosterone." And so we have these brand names, with manufacturers in parentheses:
- Launcher (Cleveland)
- Fat Boy (Wilson)
- Crusher (Arsenal)
- The Beast (Hippo)
- Smacker (Hunter)
- Bang-O-Matic (Bang)
- Whopper (Tour Stage)
- Hog (Dogleg Right)
- Prof. Johnson (Liquid Metal)
- Bad Boy (TruPath)
- X-Plosion (X-Factor)
Professor Johnson, you say? Ay, que cojones!
I'd add SasQuatch (Nike) to the list, even if the capital Q looks too dot-com-ish for the territory.
Thanks to Strategic Name Development for teeing me up.