"You’re overthinking the wind," Leo said, leaning against the bag. Leo had been Arthur's caddy since they were kids, back when "breaking 80" meant not getting grounded before noon. "The wind is fine," Arthur snapped. "It’s the water."
Arthur didn't cheer. He didn't throw his hat. He just took off his glove, looked at the empty hole, and felt the weight of ten years finally lift off his shoulders. "Drinks are on you," Leo said, grinning. "Double scotch," Arthur replied. "And make it a large one." [S1E13] Breaking 80
He took his stance. Keep the head down. Pivot. Follow through. "You’re overthinking the wind," Leo said, leaning against
Arthur stepped up. The silence of the course was absolute, save for the rhythmic thwack of a distant mower. He didn't see the trees or the sand. He saw the line. A tiny, invisible wire stretching 240 yards out. "It’s the water
It rolled, slow and deliberate, catching the lip of the cup, circling once, twice, and then—with a sound like a tiny sigh—it disappeared.