Gather ’round, golfers and fans, and hear tell a tale of yore, a distant past before tournament scores were rendered scrollable on your phone, and before digital scoreboards the size of drive-in movie screens blared results visible from a long-iron shot away. We’re talking about the antiquated art of pen on paper. But not just any pen or any paper. We’re talking calligraphy. Leaderboards rendered as lovingly as love letters, by artists directly descended from Belgian monks who spent lifetimes illuminating sacred manuscripts, and whose latter-day cousins hand-post runs, hits, and errors on Fenway Park’s Green Monster.

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