It wasn’t long ago that we were busy dreaming of making it to ‘the show’, and eating fruity pebbles from the Stanley Cup. But as we grew older our dreams, like most middle aged white men, turned to golf. We enjoy the goofy pants and fat asses and sinking ten footers for double bogey as much as the next guy. However, we recognize there is a missing piece of the puzzle in golf media. Why not let down the knickers and breathe a little? Why is it taboo to talk about the smoking hot babe in the s ...