Hey, Everybody, We’re All Gonna Get Laid!

As far as golf scrambles go, the Puma Open, cohosted by Maxim magazine, is sort of like the golf tournaments you see in beer commercials. You know the ones — where a ragtag foursome of young Turks in barely acceptable attire rolls onto a course, upsetting the pompous old farts who run the place, while simultaneously downing brews and yelling “Fore!” a lot. Only this time, you get to be those troublemakers.

The open is a nine-hole scramble at the Diplomat Country Club (501 Diplomat Pkwy., Hallandale Beach), where entrants will not only play best ball but also drink in excess while competing on themed holes such as “The Lucky Seven” (on which you can use only your seven iron) and “On the Clock” (where fastest time, not lowest score, wins the day). But the fun doesn’t end on the course. After the Caddyshack-esque mayhem, all the rapscallions will retire to the clubhouse for more food and drink, plus an evening of Vegas-style gaming. You’ll get a wad of Puma dollars to bet on blackjack and poker, and your winnings, coupled with the points you earned in the scramble, could net you some nifty prizes (including a grand-prize trip to the Maxim Bungalows in the Dominican Republic — now with fewer hurricanes!). It’s a cool way to turn the old boys’-club thing on its head — and, of course, to promote Puma’s new line of hip, youth-oriented golf digs. The whole shebang kicks off at 3 p.m. Registration costs $50 per person; do it at www.thepumaopen.com.
Fri., Sept. 19, 3 p.m., 2008