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The Open takes no prisoners. Especially when it’s raining. And windy. And cold.
With the average score being in the 70s this week, a lot of players are having a tough go at it out there, specifically Rory McIlroy who struggled out of the bunker at the famed Postage Stamp Hole, and is now down to thirteen clubs after absolutely smashing his 3-wood in a fit of rage after an errant shot from the fairway.
Proceed with caution, but only if you’re afraid of high testosterone and bulging pecs.
No word on whether or not he’s pieced his 3-wood back together, but it probably doesn’t matter since he’s already more than ten shots off the lead. .
This is why I love (hate) golf. Even the best go from “I’m on top of the world after that shot!” to “Fuck this shit, fuck you 5-iron. I’m never playing again” within a single hole.
Isn’t that why golf has cart girls…?
I wonder if there’s any connection between this and his recent HGH comment.