The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of stale coffee and expensive leather, but today, it tasted like copper.
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
The contact was pure. A soft click . The ball arched high, dancing with the breeze, and bit into the green ten feet from the pin. The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of
Arthur’s heart was a drum in his ears. He stood over the putt. Ten feet for a birdie and a 78. Two putts for a par and a 79. Three putts for... disaster. He just took off his glove, looked at