On the western edge of the Stanford campus, nestled amidst the eucalyptus and live oaks, Stanford Golf Club has been lying rest for ninety-four years. The sun-scorched fairways, dappled with shadows from overhanging trees, whisper stories of Watson and Woods, amateurs in cardinal red -- legends in the making. It’s a place where the echoes of a well-struck drive or the soft thud of a perfect putt linger in the air. In the evenings, black-tailed deer take the course. In September, as students return, Stanford will host Random Golf Club in the first Random Classic, a 27-hole experience that promises community and competition. For one day only this Fall, we’re all Tiger’s teammates.

On the western edge of the Stanford campus, nestled amidst the eucalyptus and live oaks, Stanford Golf Club has been lying rest for ninety-four years. The sun-scorched fairways, dappled with shadows from overhanging trees, whisper stories of Watson and Woods, amateurs in cardinal red -- legends in the making. It’s a place where the echoes of a well-struck drive or the soft thud of a perfect putt linger in the air. In the evenings, black-tailed deer take the course. In September, as students return, Stanford will host Random Golf Club in the first Random Classic, a 27-hole experience that promises community and competition. For one day only this Fall, we’re all Tiger’s teammates.