In this post, The Golf Chick tells of a playing parnter’s tan line tragedy. Her partner apparently golfs enough to have what my friends and I affectionately call a “golfer’s tan.” A golfer’s tan would be a tan face, tan arms and tan legs. Kristen says “don’t let this happen to you.” I respectfully disagree.
Tragedy or triumph?
I do not consider this a tragedy at all. The more defined a golfer’s tan line the more triumphant and impressive it is. I just shot my feet here in my hotel room in Southern California to show how impressive my golf tan is. Keep in mind I’ve been out in the sun for a couple of days in my flip-flops so the white part of my feet has tanned a bit. The distinction between my white feet and tan legs was even greater a few days ago.
Deep Rough on a cart roll