Betty

Betty White stares out from a purple-teal-pink sunburst with that glamour-shot smile that says she's already heard your joke and it wasn't that good. This is the Backyard line's tribute to America's grandma — the one who'd out-drink your uncle, out-curse your dad, and still bring the better potato salad. Subtle she is not. The wordmark down at the bottom — "Betty * White" — is the only warning the other team gets.

Hand-made to tournament spec, heavyweight pro-fabric, dyed graphics that won't peel when Betty sits in the dewy grass overnight. She runs 5/7 hybrid — balanced enough to slide both directions, with a hair of extra giddy-up on the fast side for when the hole gets crowded and you need to push something out of the way. Polite, mostly.

Built for the cookout crew that wants a real bag without the tournament tax. Bring Betty to the family BBQ, the tailgate, the cul-de-sac league where your neighbor still throws cornmeal sacks from 2008. She's ready, and she's judging your form.