Mitch was the bogey king today with 12 of 'em. He felt like trash, but the scorecard says he was consistently mediocre.
The flatsticks were ice cold. Three-putts for everyone—a total crime scene on the greens.
Phil’s round was a wild ride. Two pars kept him sane while seven triples tried to ruin his life.
Late life from the big sticks. Mitch piped a beauty on 12, and Phil finally found the short stuff on 17 and 18.
Sub-4 hour round in the sun. The golf was questionable, but at least the pace was elite.
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not just the score.