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 stale coffee and expensive leather, but today, it tasted like copper. [S1E13] Breaking 80
"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." The contact was pure
He didn't read the break. He knew this green. He'd lived on it in his dreams. He tapped the ball. The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of
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.