Who We Are: The Origin of Fairway Saints Golf

Fairway Saints started as therapy and turned into a movement.

Because at some point, we all needed something to bring us back to ourselves.
This isn’t a brand. It’s a crew with a heartbeat.

We’re three founders, but this story belongs to a much bigger crew. Some of us go way back to the late ’90s; most met in college in the early 2000s. Then life happened — careers, families, distance — and we all drifted into our own lanes.

Golf wasn’t even our thing back then. A few of the OGs were the first to pick up clubs before any of this had a name. They set the tone. Years later — after kids, chaos, and the grind — the game found the rest of us. And when it did, it pulled everyone back together.

About five years ago, those rounds became our yearly ritual — a reunion built on golf, laughter, and the kind of therapy you can’t buy. Each trip was a reset button — proof that time and distance don’t break real connection. That feeling sparked Fairway Saints Golf.

Our roots run West Coast — Phoenix and San Diego — but the crew’s stretched across California, Texas, and Pennsylvania. What started as weekend rounds turned into something bigger: a movement built on belonging.

We’re the 99% — the ones who find connection in the quiet between swings — where golf feels less like a sport and more like therapy.

This isn’t merch. It’s a uniform — a way to carry the game even when we’re off the fairway. Every stitch, every word, every design is intentional. Built to remind us why we play — and who we play for.

Fairway Saints Golf wasn’t built in a boardroom. It was born from friendship, therapy, and the feeling you get when the right people are beside you on the course.

We’re building slow. Staying scrappy. Bringing the crew with us. Because Fairway Saints Golf isn’t about gear — it’s about belonging. Golf is therapy. This is our story. And we’re just getting started.

To our honorary member, Jordan — your spirit rides with us every round. You’re forever part of this crew.

And to our community — if you feel this, you’re one of us.
Rock the halo. Put on the armor. Once you do, you’re part of the crew — an extension of us.

— Frank, Brian & Ben