[s1e13] Breaking: 80

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.

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. [S1E13] Breaking 80

Arthur’s glove was a second skin, slick with the kind of sweat that doesn’t come from the sun. He looked at the digital display on the cart: Arthur’s heart was a drum in his ears

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