[s1e13] Breaking 80 -

He took his stance. Keep the head down. Pivot. Follow through.

The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of stale coffee and expensive leather, but today, it tasted like copper. [S1E13] Breaking 80

Arthur didn't respond. He walked. Every step toward the ball felt like wading through deep water. He reached his lie. 145 yards out. An 8-iron. He took his stance

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. Follow through

To "break 80"—the holy grail of the weekend warrior—he needed a four. A five would leave him at 80, the cruelest number in golf. A six? He didn’t want to think about the six.