I was wrong. We were wrong.
I, like many hopeful golf observers, believed LIV golfers would never win a major. I thought inferior preparation would fail to season them for days of rain-soaked intensity while competing at the highest level for the biggest prizes in professional golf. I thought bone-chilling winds would render the Bone Saw Tour irrelevant.
This was wishful, at best; foolish, at worst. This was wrong.