Fore Real? Big Deal!

Its official she's more than just a pretty face!

In a sport dominated by butch women, that may or may not want to hurt me, Natalie Gulbis won her first LPGA tour event this weekend silencing the critics. (don't act like you don't know about the Anna Kournikova comparisons.)

So let my insignificant self say:
Congratulations, you are HOT! Oh yeah, and you won.

What I'm getting at here is this: Nobody really cares. The fist full of men who know about Ms. Gulbis don't know of her because she finished sixth on the money list last year or because occasionally she needs a cortisone shot in her wrist. They know her because she did spreads in FHM and SI. (For the record: What the hell is up with the Suzy Homemaker/June Clever vibe I get from the SI shoot? I wonder what her colleague's think about that?)

Finally winning must feel good, but you want to know what else feels good? The tingling sensation I get in my man parts when I look at the FHM spread. She's got talent.

So what is uncoachable about Gulbis? Her body karate. You just can't teach that.