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I don't know what the big deal about golf shoes is. Why do you need special shoes to hit a stupid little ball with a club? I wouldn't need to wear special shoes to hit you with a club. Sure, I might want to wear a good pair of boots, just in case the club didn't have enough On It, and I needed the boots as a back up plan, but I wouldn't HAVE to have special shoes. Most of the years I've golfed, I've worn a mishmash of shoes, that depended wholly on the weather. I've worn cheap Wal-Mart golf shoes Sure, sometimes I get funny looks from the snooty people when I show up in a worn pair of tennis shoes, but it's better than the looks I get from my friends when I wear the only pair of cheap assed golf shoes I do own. They would look great if I was wearing a white tuxedo at a “stoner” wedding in the 70's, but no one else I've ever met owns a shiny pair of blinding white Footjoys. When I wear my shiny Footjoy's, I don't golf any better than I do when I wear boots. But, I do golf better in them than I do in thongs. So, I won't say the shoes don't matter at all, I just don't think they matter that much. I even have proof of a sort. Nobody I golf with golfs much better, or worse, than I do, and they all have golf shoes. My dad golfs in Nike's, my brother wears Dunlop's, and my sister in law wears a men's pair of Ecco's that she got at some discount golf shop in Arizona a couple of years ago. I also have two brother-in-laws, who both wear Puma's, and they aren't any better or worse than I am either, so I just don't think the shoes matter. I would like to get back to what I said about golfing in thongs though, because I wasn't totally truthful. The one time that I wore a thong, and golfed in my Danner, knee high, deer hunting boots, and a wife beater, I was way ahead of everyone else. At least until they escorted me off the course. My wife says we were ahead because everyone else was laughing so hard they couldn't hit the dang ball. That's also the last time I was invited to the local golf club's Halloween Scramble. Hey, if you're going to offer a free season pass for the best costume, you can bet your ass, and mine too (all 300lbs of it), that I'm going to go for the gold… Ps. I'm telling you, the shoes don't (hardly ever) matter! | ||||||||
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