Would you ever guess that there would be anything similar
between going to comic con and going out to play a round of golf? On one hand you have a citywide celebration
of geekery, with comic and sci-fi icons signing pictures and a flood of citizens
of geekdom overtaking a convention center.
On the other hand, you have an outdoor sport traditionally played in a
country club environment - calm, quiet and finishing with a drink and a cigar at
the clubhouse. Go ahead, try to come up with some similarities. I'll wait.
So what did you come up with? Nothing?
I suppose that's fair. You may find
it easier to build a fire with two sticks and pure rage than to succeed in this
ridiculous exercise. But after witnessing
what I did at my last round of 18 at the local golf course, I sat down on my
couch and drew one parallel.
And I'll get to it in a second. First let me address what I know what some of
you may be thinking. Those who know me
personally know I'm a pretty massive geek. Massive of course both in the
sense that I am not only a large man, but also can sit through a Marvel movie
marathon for over 15 hours and thoroughly enjoy myself, regardless of the risk
of potential muscle atrophy or heart attack from the sheer volume of popcorn
consumed. So golf? Really? Well kids, it can't be all pure geekery 24/7
(don't panic!). I mean we all have to have to do other things. Having a day job for one, even if it exists
for the sole purpose of supporting our geeky habits. Granted mine is one
where I'm paid to run computer nerd operations for my company, but still, while
it may not be directly obvious to some, a well-rounded geek serves him or
herself way more than one who doesn't know anything other than geek culture.
I try to play golf whenever I can. I handle business like a damn
professional. And I roll a barbarian in Diablo III. The majority of my world is based in
reality. How else could I go by my tagline of tech boss by day and nerd
hero by night? Ethics, man. Come on.
But business? Sports? What the hell is this? I thought
you were a nerd hero! Well deal with
it. In D&D they call it multi-classing.
And as it has been pointed out to me, that reference
is why my nerd hero status is never called into
question.
So back to comic cons, golf and cosplay. Cosplayers at a comic con dress up as their
favorite characters from nerd culture - be it a game, comic book, tv series or
movie. Strolling the show floor in
costumes ranging from shabbily thrown together rags to masterfully crafted
costumes that would make you swear that they jumped out of the pages of a comic
book or off of a movie screen, it's always fun to see. Believe it or not, I see the same thing on
the golf course. Folks step up to the
first tee in everything from a simple polo and pants to a full on branded PGA
tour getup, complete with a Bubba Watson pink driver.
The real surprise to me was which out of these two groups is
actually more grounded in reality. From
my experience, contrary to what many may think, it's the comic con cosplayers. Let's look at an example - I got a picture of
a couple at Wizard World Philadelphia dressed like Green Arrow and Black Canary. Their costumes were pretty good, and in the
picture you'll notice the lovely young lady cosplaying Black Canary was posing
as though she was hitting us with a canary cry.
But she knew it was just a pose, and that she wasn't about to demolish
any of the booths around us or incapacitate any guests. You see, Black Canary is a comic
book character and I'm pretty sure she knew that the costume didn't
come with superpowers.
The foursome in front of me last weekend at the golf course
were altogether different. They were
playing from the blue tees (see geek translation: "hard mode") and
were dressed the part, so it would appear to onlookers that they actually knew
what they were doing. They stood behind
the tee staring at their $50-per-box golf ball on the tee for roughly a
minute. Set up their stance for
another. Then they took their backswing,
swung it through, and drilled the hell out of the ball... exactly 100 feet straight to the right into the woods. It's like bringing out your old Nintendo and Super Mario Brothers cartridge, blowing into it with your version of whatever ritual we all had loading the game into the console, starting level 1-1, and running directly into the first pit.
See these guys were in fact cosplaying - instead of dressing
like characters from a game or comic, they were dressed up like the pros
playing on the PGA Tour, with a stark difference. Where our Black Canary cosplayer didn't
actually think she would knock me out with a canary cry, these guys sincerely
thought that they were going to crush it onto the green for an easy birdie,
just like they do on TV. They did the
same thing on putts - squatting to read the green for no less than 90 seconds
before lining up to try knocking the ball into the cup. And then miss. Not by a little either - it wasn't even close
sometimes. And I bet after finishing the
18th hole they kicked back in the clubhouse talking about how awesome they
were.
So while the comic con cosplayers were the ones getting odd
stares on the train from the suburbs down to the convention center, the ones
that have actually lost touch with reality can be found at your local golf
course. Because what's really
insane? Donning a fun costume for a few days of
geeky fun? Or truly believing that buying that set of Razr X Musclebacks is going to let you pitch and chip like Phil Mickelson?
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