So the LPGA has now become the LTPGA. That's right! A transexual of 5 years can now qualify for tournament events, testosterone and all. Well, not 'ALL'. It seems that this man had to maim his body first. No he didn't have his appendix removed. It was something else.
golf.fanhouse.com/2010/12/01/lpga-votes-to-allow-transgender-golfers/
You no longer have to be a 'female from birth' to be a member of the LPGA. You just have to, um, well ... have no 'member' as it were So do they test for performance enhancing drugs in the LPGA? If so, I doubt Lana Lawless will pass. Funny name for a former male cop don't you think? Without that qualifier from birth, Pandora's Box is now open and no P' Dora is not some slut on tour.
So when will the LPGA simply digress to the Jr.PGA or some such beat down? It becomes more about skirts and genitalia than the actual hormones and natural steroids that cause men to build far more muscle mass on average than can women. Maybe Fred Funk will don a skirt next year and sweep his way to another level of fame from the ladies tees.
I hope the LPGA is ready to get down to the nitty gritty about what it is they want to accomplish. What now is the qualifying physical designation for play? Genitalia inside or outside the crotch? Dress codes? Claiming that you are REALLY a woman. Will there ensue testosterone tests? My guess is that Mr. Lawless will test higher than anyone on tour ... by far!
Maybe it's time for the GLBTGA. That would solve everything.
These are the proving grounds. This is where we separate the men from the boys, the women from the girls, the strong from the weak ..................... Surf this!!
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You know? I should qualify for the senior tour right now at 43 years old. My right knee has been described as 80-years-old by my surgeon. My left knee is not far from it.
I've taken years of my body through heavy partying. My gray beard and receding hair line are evidence I'm physically older than your average 43-year-old.
And what of sweatermeat?
Where are the BBW's gonna get their putt on?
For that matter, what happens to the Bulbous Natalie Gulbis? Or the athletic, nubile, silky, chewable hamstrings tucked under Paula Creamer's pink mini?
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