I rarely get a chance to get shots of English butchering t-shirts here, either because I didn't get a chance to ask (and don't want to be a hypocrite) or because the shop employees become mortified or rather brusque when I ask to take a picture of the merchandise. So I considered myself lucky whenever even a minor gem like this gets displayed prominently in a window. The moniker 'golfing tigers' is (just) enough for inclusion, but the actual mascot, complete with madcap knock-kneed stroke and disturbingly glazed over eyes, is intriguing. Has he been hypnotized for madcap comic effect, dressed like a theme park safari guide, tehn cajoled into swinging a titanium driver dangerously about? What happens if the tiger wakes up? Does he maul his defenseless tax attorney partner? Or the mid-level cadres playing through Mission Hills like they own the place? Now that would make a great t-shirt...

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