The Senior Brotherhood

By James Banakis

February 28, 2025

My father loved to fish.  He grew up in Mason City, Iowa, and would tell us stories of spending blissful hours in a rowboat on Clear Lake.  He had 4 sons. Chris and I are the oldest two years apart. Then there was a six-year gap and there was Ted and Mark. He referred to us as the big guys and the little guys. Well, the big guys hated everything about fishing. We’d rather play baseball, go water skiing, and later, chase girls. I always enjoyed hanging out with my dad, just not trapped in a fishing boat for hours.  The little guys received the fishing genes. They happily joined him on fishing trips all over the Great Lakes states. The two of them continue to enjoy the sport.

The old man’s favorite TV show was “Bonanza.” The four of us knew it was because he saw himself as a Greek American version of Ben Cartright, the father. On evenings when my mother was out, he’d cook and serve us army style.  The four of us would line up and he’d slop food on our plates. He was a good cook.  His greatest joy and accomplishment in life was raising his boys.  He left us too soon. His legacy was the love and funny delightful advice he showered on us. “If you guys get drafted, tell them you’re cooks. That’s what I did. You’ll eat good and nobody is going to shoot at you.”  There were hundreds of life lessons, and they all proved to be prophetic.

Throughout my life I always ask myself what would the old man do? One of our favorite life lessons was, “Always stay together. Find something you can do without the wives. I know it’s not going to be fishing, but find something, and don’t fight!” Why you might ask did he add, “don’t fight?”  Well, we have always been a highly competitive quartet. Any type of competition, even an innocent tabletop hockey game, could result in flying fists and insults.  Our father, like a referee in a prize fight, would be the guy yanking us apart while pleading, “Play nice, don’t fight.”

The years passed. We all married, raised kids of our own, mostly girls, and pursued careers. Then sometime in our forties something profound happened. That thing that our old man was unable to envision but encouraged turned out to be golf. Now you may think golf has so many rules and is highly competitive how would that work?

Two of my brothers played golf as a requirement in their business careers. They didn’t care for it too much because let’s face it the essence of the game is humiliation. One day Ted told us a story of playing in a company tournament at Pinehurst. The second day out after a terrible first round, he told his caddie to always pull his ball out of any sand trap he found himself in and place it on the fairway. When one of the players confronted the caddie, the caddie confidently responded, “My man don’t play sand.” Ted said that the rest of the golfers allowed just him to pull his ball out of the sand whenever he found a trap. Hearing this the three of us thought it was brilliant. Ted overcame the pain and mortification of golf hazards by openly cheating. He defiance became our inspiration.

One of the things that we brothers have always been good at was customizing the rules and fundamentals of any game to make us happy. We did it with board games like Monopoly, and contact sports. I still don’t understand why our idea of short guy basketball never took off. We even created miniature golf course in the apartment Chris, and I shared after college. So, after Ted’s escapade, we went to work on making golf work for us. After all, we were a natural foursome.

The first thing we did was throw away the silly rule book and scorecards. There would be no gambling or keeping score, thus no arguments. Cheating is not only tolerated it’s encouraged. After chunking a fairway shot for example, everyone encourages you to hit another one. Weather you do it or not is up to you. We don’t play against each other; we play to have fun and feel good about ourselves. On the putting greens, there are always a lot of generous Give-Me’s. If there happens to be a tree in the way, move the ball so you have a better lie. Always look for the best lie. Our favorite golf word is forgiving.

We play with only the most forgiving equipment, and only with forgiving partners. We celebrate natural pars and birdies, but unnatural ones are granted and recognized. Over the years we’ve added players to our fraternity, but only if they play by our rules which is of course, no rules.

An important part of our game is laughing and mocking each other’s terrible shots. Much like the famous Seinfeld episode, we usually do the opposite of what the correct golf etiquette would be. In real golf honors on the next hole goes to the person who had the best previous hole. We grant honors to the worst performance.  Since we are all now seniors, we play the senior tees, and demand all the respect, deference, and discounts due the senior golfer. We medicate with Advil, pain creams and arm braces protecting our senior bodies. While golfing we call ourselves, the Senior Brotherhood.

If you happen to be a golfer who thinks of yourself as a traditionalist and a good golfer, a golf snob, you of course will hate the Brotherhood. That’s OK with us. The four of us refuse to play with serious elitists.  We also hate but sometimes accept clothing rules if it means we get to play on a great private course.

During the season we sometimes add friends to our group. Only the best of the worst makes the cut. We begin by explaining that there are no rules. We allow the guest 9 holes to adjust to our game. If they’re still uptight after the turn, we vote them off.  They also must amuse us with funny stories and self-deprecating remarks.

One of our favorite golf fraternity brothers is Ken the dentist. Ken is a good golfer who prides himself in only buying his equipment at Play It Again Sports. He has an old metal Big Bertha driver that has something loose inside it and rattles when he swings. Despite this, his drives are always straight and 200 yards. His putter is so old it has no trademark, but it works for him.  I almost forgot. He’s funny too. Ken is one of our legends.

We have found that players that have brothers are much more likely to want to enthusiastically join us. They get it. One of our guests asked if my custom-made hockey stick putter was legal and approved by the Tour. I asked him, “why are you on the Tour?” That was a fatal mistake. He wasn’t Brotherhood material. If you take too much time lining up a putt, you’re not Brotherhood material. If you discuss business or sad and serious stories on the course, you’re not Brotherhood material.

Our sons and son-in-law’s have been completely indoctrinated and have surrendered to our Brotherhood. Even my granddaughters, both on their high school golf teams get it. One of them confessed to me as we rode together in our cart playing a round, “Popou, sometimes I don’t feel like playing 18 holes and quit after 12.” I’m so proud of that kid.

As I sit writing this, we’re in the vice like grip of our Chicago winter.  We usually try and book a warm weather trip in February or March. In late March our season begins and hopefully continues until

Thanksgiving. Between now and the start of the upcoming season we get together and recount highlights of the past season over dinner and family parties. The miracle is that through distain of the rules and norms we’ve become much better more self-confident golfers.

This past season, my son-in-law George, the talented periodontist, suggested I join him and 80 other golfers on a trip to Greece. On the beautiful western coast of the Peloponnese, in Costa Navarino, an enlightened entrepreneur has built 4 beautiful world class courses and resorts. Four more are under construction. I told George that I was of course going to play by my rules, and I did. Here’s the secret, if you play confidently with no rules, other golfers become deferential and even sometimes envious. I’ll suggest to anyone who loves golf to play these four courses carved into the ancient mountains, surrounded by indigenous fruit trees overlooking the deep indigo Ionian Sea. It was the trip of a lifetime. God willing the next trip will be with the Brotherhood.

Every year on August 3rd the old man’s birthday, the Senior Brotherhood plays a mandatory round in his honor. The entire day is spent telling stories and recounting all the life lessons he left us with. Like the time in 6th grade, I was going to attend my first dance. He explained to me to politely approach the girls introduce myself and say, “Hello Helen, Hello Ruthie. May I have this dance?”  I said that there were no girls with those names in my class, and he said, “OK, Bessie then.”  He wouldn’t have been able to tell a putter from a curtain rod, but he had the foresight to keep us together, play nice, and not fight.

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Jimmy Banakis is a life-long restaurateur.  He was an honorary batboy for the White Sox in 1964. He attended Oak Park River Forest High School, Nebraska Wesleyan University, and Chicago-Kent Law School.  He claims the kitchen is the room he’s most comfortable in anywhere in the world. He published an extremely limited-edition family cookbook. He’s a father and grandfather, and lives in Downers Grove Il.

Comments 24

  1. I’ve played with a friend since 1966.
    After we both were married and had families we decided to play on Sundays,
    every Sunday. We tee off at 6:30 and share stories our lives, bypasses, hip replacements, cancer surgery, etc. Why 6:30? A demand from my wife, that we don’t blow the whole day. We don’t, because we always have a great start.

  2. Thank you so much for sharing. I have three brothers as well, I get “it”. What a wonderful way to honor your father. Have a wonderful laugh filled season. God bless you Fella’s.

  3. Great story Jim,
    My brotherhood was with my buddies who I played 16″ softball with for years. When we were too old to play competitively into our 40’s, we started playing golf more frequently. We did play by the rules most of the time because we would have little side bets and the winner usually bragged either silently or out loud. Those were great times with a lot of laughs and usually some alcohol involved. There was a lot of “ball busting” going on, even into our 60’s. No matter how old we got I realize that boys will always be boys. I miss those days and many in my brotherhood.

  4. Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! To all five of youse guys! 16”, 3 brothers, “borrowed” line, all of it! Terrific column. Yer old man’s just like my old man! God bless the west side!

  5. I rarely golf. I used to play with my son-in-law, his dad and a friend of theirs on Father’s Day. They told me that there was a seven stroke limit per hole. As we were waiting to tee off, I would fill in my score card with sevens for all 18 holes. That way I didn’t have to keep track of my shots.

  6. Marvelous telling of the tale!!! Thank you.

    Sadly, I only like the cart in golf, especially chasing the beverage cart. But I have been known, when forced to play, to use the fairway as a polo pitch. The larger the club in my hands, the better the attack from the cart!

  7. Jimmy, I love your articles. This one really resonates with me. I’ve played similar rules all my life. Golf is a GAME and games should be FUN. If I go in he sand, its a free shot out of it. Before our real putt, we putt a provisional to read the break. But if the provisional goes in you count it. haha cheers!

  8. You could bring your crew out to this Course – Lake Zurich Golf Club. Its the most exclusive golf club in the Midwest. About 30 members or so but if you show up, and don’t look like you’ll kill anyone, they will find a way to get you out. Former members include Chester Gould (creator of Dick Tracy) and Daniel Burnham Jr.

    Built in 1895 and unchanged. 9 holes. Members cook for each other and stock the bar themselves.
    The railroad tried to cut through the club in the earlier 1900s and one member, who was a doctor, went to the Cook county morgue and brought Cadavers up to the club and they buried them on the club grounds making it impossible for the railroad to acquire the land since it had become a “cemetery”. And talk about cool rules (link below) 🙂

    https://clubrunner.blob.core.windows.net/00000002392/PhotoAlbum/lake-zurich-golf-club/Lake-Zurich-Golf-Club-images.010.jpg

  9. Jimmy,
    What a refreshing story celebrating family and our Greek philosophies of life! I was 14 when my Dad got accepted to the South Shore Country Club (a major feat BTW) I begged him to let me take golf lessons. We painted steel mills for USS and all the engineers we knew, loved
    playing golf. Dad had no time or patience for it. Took too much time – “we got to work” he’d say! After college I went to work for US Steel in Gary in central engineering, building new coke ovens and rolling mills. My boss, an avid golfer, told me we play 9 holes every Wednesday evening and I’d better get some clubs! I borrowed my uncle’s old clubs with persimmon shafts, and with my boss’s tutelage, began playing. I loved it! Finally took lessons as well. Got fitted for my own clubs too. When I ended up in another family steel business, I negotiated million dollar contracts with customers – on the golf course! Made some good friends along the way!

  10. Great stuff. My sons get along like this and I am jealous because my brothers and I had nothing in common. Love them both but we don’t have something like this to bond over.

    I have a friend who tells me he always shoots an 85. Sometimes he only gets 13 holes in but he always shoots and 85. I love the idea of no rules as I suck at golf.

    Thanks for the laughs.

  11. I used to play, but I could never make any kind of contact with the ball. Only about 3-4 times per 9 holes – maybe – and a lot of whiffs. I called it the “Ohio State/Woody Hayes Style” of golf – three yards and a cloud of dust…

  12. I don’t think of golf as a humiliation, but I can appreciate your humor. I think of golf as a challenge. I don’t break the rules, but I don’t let them get me down. Really enjoyed this article. I thank you for it. My wife and I usually play for pars and birdies and score accordingly. Not many pars or birdies, but they are very much applauded and appreciated.

    Matt Marciniec

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