ASKING a player for a quick word after he's missed the cut can be one of the perils of this golf writing lark. Many of us, for instance, still bear the scars from a seething Monty swatting away our requests and thundering through us like a locomotive with a cowcatcher mowing into a herd of dazed cattle.
Robert MacIntyre is not quite in good old Monty’s league when it comes to hissy fits but the young Scot cut a fuming figure as he made an early exit from the Genesis Scottish Open at The Renaissance.
