George and the Classic Polo

George ran his hand over his collar as he followed his grandfather to the first tee. “A collared shirt isn’t just a shirt,” his grandfather said, smoothing his own. “It’s a sign of respect—for the club, for your playing partners, for the sport of golf itself.” George nodded, taking it in. “And a good one,” his grandfather continued, “moves with you, never against you.” George rolled his shoulders, feeling the soft fabric stretch with him. He gripped his club, took his stance, and smiled. He understood now. Some lessons had nothing to do with playing—but everything to do with the game.