When Michael Jordan, Hall of Fame basketballer, got himself banned from a Florida golf course last year for wearing cargo pants,
it was news. Not that a course would dare to expel Jordan, a voracious golfer, but rather that any golf facility these days would throw out any customer for any reason, given the state of the business.
And the state of "the code."
Eight years ago I listened to a teenager at a Cape Cod resort course tell his parents by phone that they had to pick him up—he couldn't play; the shop didn't want his $150 green fee—because he didn't have a collared shirt. No suggestion that he borrow one from the shop, no "Just don't do it again," no allowance for fashion, no compromise, nothing.
Contrast that with the latest dress-code memo from Troon Golf, operator of The Phoenician in Scottsdale and some of the posher resorts and courses in the country: