[s1e13] Breaking 80 -

Arthur didn't cheer. He didn't throw his hat. He just took off his glove, looked at the empty hole, and felt the weight of ten years finally lift off his shoulders. "Drinks are on you," Leo said, grinning. "Double scotch," Arthur replied. "And make it a large one."

The contact was pure. A soft click . The ball arched high, dancing with the breeze, and bit into the green ten feet from the pin. [S1E13] Breaking 80

It rolled, slow and deliberate, catching the lip of the cup, circling once, twice, and then—with a sound like a tiny sigh—it disappeared. Arthur didn't cheer

Arthur’s glove was a second skin, slick with the kind of sweat that doesn’t come from the sun. He looked at the digital display on the cart: "Drinks are on you," Leo said, grinning

Arthur didn't respond. He walked. Every step toward the ball felt like wading through deep water. He reached his lie. 145 yards out. An 8-iron.