It’s 7:50 a.m. on a brisk December morning at Sherwood Country Club just west of L.A., and Justin Timberlake is not only awake; the dude is looking crisp. Like out-of-the-box crisp. Like he could go ahead, right this minute, and tee it up in front of a half-dozen television cameras: pressed black slacks, a slim white golf shirt, and a black-gray-and-white argyle sweater vest. Read the rest HERE.
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