Welcome To our Brand

                                                                                      Hello everyone!

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Thanks for stopping by and checking out our website. I wish I could give you some dramatic Hollywood story about how Mentirosos began… like I had a vision on top of a mountain, or a golf angel appeared and handed me a 7-iron. But nah — the truth is way better.

 

My love for golf started around 2010–2011 while I was stationed at Schofield Barracks in Oahu, Hawaii. I was dealing with injuries, out-processing, and trying to survive Army life without losing my sanity. Someone invited me to go golf, and of course I thought, “Cool — drinks, golf carts, and talking mamadas.”

 

But then I took my first swing… and bro, it was over. Hooked instantly. Addicted. Obsessed. Golf grabbed me the way Mexican moms grab you by the ear when you’re acting up.

 

While I was still recovering, golf kept me moving and kept me laughing — even when I wanted to yeet my club into the next fairway. I went from rentals to Callaway Diablos, which yes, I STILL use, because real Mentirosos stay loyal.

 

When I moved back to Texas in 2011, I dove back into golf headfirst… huge mistake, because now it truly controls my life. Being on the course is a whole lifestyle: talking trash, drinking too much, and trying to charm every cart girl within 100 miles like we’re still 21 (even though our backs disagree).

 

And let’s be real — as Mexicans, we bring our own flavor to the course. The sayings, the jokes, the “¡ay wey!” after a chunked shot — all of it. Those sayings followed us onto the fairway, and suddenly the course felt like the backyard carne asada… but with more lost balls.

 

Years ago, this whole thing started as a joke. I made a few hats for friends and family. But then people started noticing. Double takes. Laughs. The “where’d you get that?” moment. Suddenly, the joke wasn’t a joke anymore.

 

My buddies kept telling me, “Find some Mexican golf gear, fool!” But nothing out there actually represented US. Nothing had our humor, our style, our cultura, our mamá-approved sarcasm.

 

So we said, screw it — let’s make our own.

 

After countless tee times, countless beers, and probably too many triple bogeys, Mentirosos was born. A brand for the golfers who swear they hit it straight (but didn’t). For the guy who loses four balls but magically ends up with a birdie. For the raza holding it down on the course and making golf our own.

 

We didn’t just fill the gap — we filled it with puro desmadre, orgullo, and Mexican flavor.

 

Mentirosos started as a joke…

But now it’s a movement.

And just like a good drive on hole one, it all started with one swing… followed by a whole lot of mamadas.