Golf, sport contested by sources (if they contend for the partenio the Scots and the Dutch etymology uncertain ...), but undeniable elegance, is not it?
From bitter enemy of all activities involving the movement of my overleaf for more than 15 minutes, I have always found the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing delicious scarrozzata those adorable white cars, so at odds with the boundless greenery all around.
The idea of \u200b\u200ba sport that does not involve excessive drop of my sweat, the label states voted for the full and strict respect for the opponent (it seems we should be careful to not cast shadows and not covered by the opponent's field of view), the presence of a cute little man employed to carry the bag not to tire my limbs have contributed to the kind of golf (in my lazy little head, of course) the perfect sport.
We want to leave out the dress code? Discrete pole, fantasies polite, soft colors, adorable hats ... In short, in a nutshell: Elegance. But something
intervened to spoil the idyllic picture firmly anchored in my fantasies. Not being selfish by nature, I thought I would share with the rest of the world the reasons for my disappointment (and I have to remain just me bad?).
Ladies and gentlemen, here's how the bad taste to shreds the last bastion of sophistication ...
not enough? Okay ...
And now, I believe? Très Chic, not it?
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