The Masters final round was essentially uneventful with Jon Rahm putting away the competition and winning by 4 strokes.
As you know in sports, when one storyline disappears we need another in it’s place.
Fans will not sit quietly without anything to talk about.
That was the case Sunday as Patrick Cantlay’s tragically slow play became the thing everyone was talking about.
I will never fancy myself as a golf expert, nor an excellent golfer.
If I break 100 it’s a good day (although I am a great scramble 4th).
I simply just pick it up so people on the green can putt without waiting.
Which brings us to Patrick Cantlay and his slow play.
SLOW PLAY IS THE WORSTTTTTTTT .
I can’t stress that enough.
Slow play is BAD.
Ruins the day, ruins the rhythm.
Now on the flip side, people who hit up on you are just as bad.
I’m here to tell a little story about that.
As expected the course was pretty crowded for a municipal course and a Summer Sunday.
It was a lot of standing over shots.
The 12th was a Par 4 with some hills in the fairway off to the right.
The group in front of us had literally just arrived on the green when we teed off.
I hit an unmemorable drive somewhere to the middle left in play.
My brother (who’s play to a 4-5 handicap) hits a bomb into those hills.
We looked for about 2 minutes , just then the group on the green was finishing their putts.
Not a minute later do we hear and see a ball whizzing by our head.
These morons behind us hit up on us.
Now there’s so many problems with this.
I mean no one yelled FORE.
It was my brother’s local course so I deferred to him on how angry he wanted to get.
We finished on 16 and walked to the tee box of 17 as they pulled up.
This was their opportunity to make things right.
Them : “I didn’t know I was going to hit it that far.”
My brother : " Yeah that happens, but when you did … you gotta yell."
That’s kind of how it goes on a local course on a Sunday."
Them : “What do you mean standing over shots ? "
My brother to me: “Just forget it let’s go.”
I think that part bothered me the most.
Like I was speaking a foreign language for a pretty common lingo in golf.
That flagstick we were supposed to put back … we just left it.
Fuck em … you want to be assholes so can we.
I guess the moral of this story is this.
Hit em straight …
Rico Bo$co
