There are two types of golfers in this world: those who tuck in their polos and those who opt to go untucked. Of course, there are the hems that start tucked and manage to escape your trousers during a dramatic downswing…but we won’t pin that on you. And listen: Before we get into this, know that we won't be discussing the validity of the French tuck, fashion tuck, mullet tuck, bro tuck, or whatever you choose to call it. We view this as a fleeting sartorial experiment at the hands of our two, count ’em, two, types: Tuckers and Untuckers. So, which one are you?
It’s important to note that in most casual golf settings, there’s no hard rule when it comes to tucking in polo shirts. Well-made polos have an even hem that lies flat against the waist, so there’s no clumsy billowing or teenager-esque bagginess. Either option can be flattering and appropriate, so whether to tuck or hang loose is simply a matter of taste. That said, Tuckers fancy themselves men of good taste—and Untuckers, frankly, don’t give a tuck.
It’s not always easy and it’s certainly not breezy to stay tucked during a sweaty, movement-packed day on the links—but like the style martyrs they are, Tuckers always seem to manage. We’d go so far as to say Tuckers don’t simply golf to enjoy themselves but rather to improve. It’s birdie or bust for these fellas, and they’re going to keep whacking balls until they’re PGA par-fect. In fact, only after they achieve this level of perfection will they reward themselves with a whiskey neat and a hot towel shave. Tuckers are the overachieving, eyes-on-the-prize Capricorns of the course (though they might not know what that last bit means). So save your small talk and your slightly warm beer for a laid-back Untucker, OK?
Untuckers Have More Fun
This camp prefers to let loose. To go with the fairway flow. To relax and take pleasure in the company of their back nine buddies. Camp Untuck is a chill place, indeed. Although Untuckers might approach the green without the all-consuming ambition of the Tuckers, they’re not sloppy or unskilled; rather, they know that they can’t control every outcome, so they kick back and let the universe deliver. Shirts get untucked, bogeys happen, the local co-op occasionally runs out of their favorite kombucha, and the clubhouse host sometimes gives them grief about the tie-dye sweatband they always wear. But, man, when an Untucker hits an ace (and then credits his transcendental meditation practice and “good vibes” on the green), don’t we all want to have what he’s having? To speak their spiritual language, Untuckers are the Pisces Sun-Aquarius Moons on the course. Anywho, anyone want a warm beer?