Look, you walk into a high-end lounge: you toss the keys to your BMW and your heavy-duty Ford truck onto the table, order a liter of top-shelf Scotch, and suddenly the socialites are swarming you like flies on honey... that’s what I call civilization, man. That right there? That’s progress. I mean, democracy is a pretty sweet deal too, isn't it? It basically works like this: "Hey, we're definitely going to take you out, so why don't you just pick how you want it to happen?" yawn
I’ve barricaded myself inside the house—just me, a comfortable armchair, a glass of whiskey, a cigarette, and the cat curled up in my lap. The toxic fumes are spreading through the neighborhood, yawn
It’s such a shame. For the first four days, the kid looked like he actually had some grit, but then he hit those last nine holes and completely folded under the pressure. It happens, I suppose. He’s still got plenty of time to figure himself out, though. I’ve already got my eye on another young talent that I’m following with great interest...
I honestly wish Jordan Spieth would just get paired up with that tiresome Bubba Watson. I can’t stand watching him; the guy has absolutely zero personality...
The first major stretch of the season kicked off this August. I’ve got my whiskey poured, a cigar lit, the TV screen glowing, and a polar bear cub resting right in my lap.
Every single time I start to believe that Martin Kaymer might actually pull something significant together at a Major, he goes out there and delivers a round that is absolutely nothing to write home about...
Scott really blew it on the 15th hole. He probably went way too aggressive chasing that eagle, and in the end, he just completely lost his nerve and settled for a mediocre birdie.
Jack Nicklaus is giving his take on Sky Sports, and honestly, my god, what an absolute load of nonsense... 🙏
