When people find out that I’m a Playmate, I’m always asked what my favorite event is to work. My answer is always Playboy Golf. And I give an honest explanation. Basically, I get paid to spend the day on a beautiful, top-notch golf course in a fun town, drive a golf cart around, chat with people on the course and take pictures. That’s literally what I do. That’s my work day.
While it’s a golf tournament, it’s very much a Playboy event. They’re still playing for a plaque but there are things on the course you typically wouldn’t see at a regular golf outing. Playboy has the Girls of Golf, who come to the golf course and bring hula hoops and Twister and whatever games they want to play at their hole. It’s fun for the guys because you have these games going on and girls cheering you on. Some events have DJs at holes. Obviously there’s a liquor sponsor with a watering hole at every fifth hole or so. Those are just some unique aspects that Playboy Golf tournaments provide in addition to an actual golf tournament that you enter.
What the Girls of Golf get in return is a chance to be seen by Playboy. The golfers vote for their two favorite Girls of Golf, and the top four win a chance to go to the Finals at the Mansion. So it’s a win-win for everybody.
Best thing is, anyone can come to a Playboy Golf event. (Just visit PlayboyGolf.com to see if a tour stop is coming to your town.) I just left Pittsburgh, which sold out in no time. So it’s one of the events that’s not out of reach for the Average Joe.
Now, with all that said, golf itself is not a sport I grew up with. It was on in the house but to this day it isn’t something I’m really enthusiastic about. I’ve never felt an adrenaline rush. There’s no noise, no crowd cheering, like when you’re facing fourth-and-goal. It’s not a sports environment that gets my blood flowing, that gets me pumped. One thing about golf that I never really understood is why complete silence is required to hit a ball that’s not moving. Yet, you go to a baseball game and players have to hit a white ball not much bigger than a golf ball that’s moving 100 mph right at you and the crowd can be screaming until they’re blue in the face. And that’s okay?
It’s just something I’ll never understand.
