Play-By-Playmate: Jaime Hits the Links

When people find out that I’m a Playmate, I’m always asked what my favorite event is to work. My answer is always Playboy Golf. And I give an honest explanation. Basically, I get paid to spend the day on a beautiful, top-notch golf course in a fun town, drive a golf cart around, chat with people on the course and take pictures. That’s literally what I do. That’s my work day.

While it’s a golf tournament, it’s very much a Playboy event. They’re still playing for a plaque but there are things on the course you typically wouldn’t see at a regular golf outing. Playboy has the Girls of Golf, who come to the golf course and bring hula hoops and Twister and whatever games they want to play at their hole. It’s fun for the guys because you have these games going on and girls cheering you on. Some events have DJs at holes. Obviously there’s a liquor sponsor with a watering hole at every fifth hole or so. Those are just some unique aspects that Playboy Golf tournaments provide in addition to an actual golf tournament that you enter.

What the Girls of Golf get in return is a chance to be seen by Playboy. The golfers vote for their two favorite Girls of Golf, and the top four win a chance to go to the Finals at the Mansion. So it’s a win-win for everybody.

Best thing is, anyone can come to a Playboy Golf event. (Just visit PlayboyGolf.com to see if a tour stop is coming to your town.) I just left Pittsburgh, which sold out in no time. So it’s one of the events that’s not out of reach for the Average Joe.

Now, with all that said, golf itself is not a sport I grew up with. It was on in the house but to this day it isn’t something I’m really enthusiastic about. I’ve never felt an adrenaline rush. There’s no noise, no crowd cheering, like when you’re facing fourth-and-goal. It’s not a sports environment that gets my blood flowing, that gets me pumped. One thing about golf that I never really understood is why complete silence is required to hit a ball that’s not moving. Yet, you go to a baseball game and players have to hit a white ball not much bigger than a golf ball that's moving 100 mph right at you and the crowd can be screaming until they’re blue in the face. And that’s okay?

It’s just something I’ll never understand.

Playmates Lauren Anderson and Jaime Edmondson tee up in Pittsburgh.

I’ll be honest, I’ve seen golf tournaments on television in passing and golfers just don’t do it for me. The neatly tucked in polo shirt—they’re not my 300-pound smelly offensive linemen that I love so much. Golfers don’t get me hot and bothered. When a player sacks a quarterback and stands up to do a fist pump and look scary and mean...I can’t take a golfer seriously when he hits a three-foot putt and then does a fist pump. I just don’t feel it.

I did attempt to golf for the first time at the Playboy Golf stop in Toronto because the person I was caddying for decided he didn’t feel like playing. He wanted to drink at the watering hole and just have fun. I had never hit a golf ball in my life but I’m always willing to try something new. At first, I missed it altogether. The one I hit, it went straight and flat. It had no height. But when we changed to a brush tee after seven or eight holes, one time I teed up and drove it about 150 yards. Granted it was a 371-yard hole but I whacked the crap out of it. And then it got exciting. And hearing the sound of the club connecting with the ball—that moment was a thrill, and it made me want to golf some more.

So the bottom line is that golf is not a spectator sport for me. For me, I’d rather be the caddy or the girl who drives the golf cart around the course. But watching the guys, I can see why it’s fun for them. It seems therapeutic and relaxing. I can understand that. But the time I spend with my girlfriends, I’d rather go to Monday Night Football…or maybe the spa.