Gary Woodland (right) bombs one past Scheffler and Burns on 14 at Shinnecock. Pointed a rangefinder their way and just pulled out his phone to call them.
My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy...the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.