Chelsea Pezzola is bouncing through life with messy hair and a wild heart. Meanwhile, what the hell are you doing, just dipping Doritos in sour cream because you’re too lazy to make nachos? You don’t get it. You probably still whine about Big Brother not airing directly in the U.S.
Pezzola’s basic existence should be enough for you and your terrible ability to pen grossly panicky rough-draft love letters in your diary to burn out like some insane firestorm. If it’s not, you better take up golf to even the score with half a chance of snagging this lady’s attention, you forfeited wildcard. This golden babe came to conquer the greens and you’re blue in the face, all bogusly winded trying to memorize some poem by Keats to impress her because she’s clearly a class act.
The University of Michigan grad is here to stay (and slay), all while we doofuses start to toss “golf” into our online search bar for the first time in years, because babes. Pezzola, a Florida-native, sporting sunshine hot-as-molten-iron eyes, has a knowing glare on the Ladies Professional Golf Association (LPGA). You better recognize. Girl’s going straight to the top and all you’ve done is foam at the mouth. Here’s some other photos to kick in your knees.