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Just One More Reason NOT to Golf

I have to say it takes a lot to shock me these days when it comes to organizations not thinking globally. Since living abroad, I've learned that most countries are essentially quite insular and not very good at thinking outside their own borders.

I would not even go as far to say specific countries because I think each country has its own close minded view of the world, and, in their own way, contributes to this intolerance and understanding across the globe.

But I think the LPGA has really taken the cake on this with the latest rid-onk-ulous (thanks JF) decision.

English only please - we're not racist, just an American organization

I'm just wondering what exactly the LPGA was thinking? Oh yes that's it, they were thinking about THEIR SPONSORS.

What about all of the people AROUND THE WORLD who watch the bloody thing that DON'T speak English? That pay to fly all over the planet just to watch the stupid events? Maybe the LPGA should make all their players learn Spanish or French or Japanese or even better Gaelic and Scots.

Or perhaps it's just a bit of sour grapes - boo hoo our women SUCK so let's just eliminate the women who DON'T SUCK because they don't speak English by MAKING them speak English.

I would love to see the table turned if the Americans were actually doing well in another sport in another country if they were being forced to learn Korean. Trust me, I'm not holding my breath for any kam-sam-nee-da-s from our friends to the south.

Good grief Charlie Brown, wake up to the 21st century, smell the imported coffee and global village yourselves for god sake.

Although, thank you for giving me another reason not to play or watch golf. At least now it sounds a bit less convincing - and overused - then IT'S BORING.

Comments

Gorilla Bananas said…
Well said. Golf clubs are incredibly snooty and a lot of them don't even allow gorillas to join.

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