Me, I'm worrying about what to wear.
It's too late for team T-shirts, even though Jeremy thought of a catchy slogan: they would all say, "Didn't you read my blog?" over a magazine logo. Times being what they are in the publishing biz, our comptroller in Florida nixed the expense, anyway.
I just don't think I have the cheekbone structure to pull that off, do you?
These: But I've spent a lifetime watching golf on television over the shoulder of my beloved father, a great armchair golfer, Bobby Jones fan and author of the definitive review of a golf game,"Golf isn't FUN, Mary." So I can't help but wonder why, when a game of golf seems to inspire men to unprecedented heights or depths, depending on how you look at it, of unfettered flights of fashionâ€”plaid pants, pink shirts, green jacketsâ€”women golfers are stuck in khaki skorts and gender-free polo shirts. I mean. It makes me wish Madonna or Lady Gaga had taken up the sport. When Payne Stewart can look like this: and Amy Alcott looks like this: something is very, very wrong.