“Psst!” said the man who’d just ambled up to the back of the gallery midway down the 15th fairway. “Psssst!” he said again when everyone ignored him. “Is that Rory’s ball?” No one wanted to turn away from the play, but one of the people standing in front cocked their head and grunted “yup” over his shoulder.
The newcomer waited a second. “Do you think he’s going to lay up?” And now someone finally did snap their head right around. “It’s Rory fucking McIlroy,” they said, “he doesn’t know how to lay up.” And with that, everyone fell quiet again, and slapped their hands down on their hats as another great gust of wind blew in.
