Famously, the national championship is meant to identify the best players, not embarrass them. But how does that apply to a 6'3" folk hero with floppy hair, a penchant for wearing his emotions on his sleeve (especially after he dries his tears on said portion of his shirt) and a pink driver? The guy is singularly identifiable and particularly immune to embarrassment. See the Golf Boys video or his online come-ons to the Ellen show if you need proof.
On paper, his ball-bashing, shot-shaping approach has no chance at the Open. Olympic's slopes and angles and the USGA's rough should destroy anyone who tries to outmacho them. If you miss the fairway at the Open, you won't find a fluffy lie in the pine straw from which to corkscrew a wedge. Still, skeptics used to say Bubba would never win, period. Too unconventional, too jumpy. But he did. Then they said he'd never win a major. He did that, too. Whatever the challenge, Bubba figures it out. Behold, the survivor.
Ping. With moisture-wicking sweatband and plenty of elastic to keep the flowing locks in place.
Travis Mathew Seaside Polo. Horizontal stripes break up the otherwise understated cool.
Travis Mathew Icon
Richard Mille RM038. Built specifically for Bubba, it's made of a lightweight alloy with a ceramic coating and weighs less than 25 grams. Only 38 of them were produced, and the watches sold out despite a price tag of $525,000 each.