US Open. Pinehurst. I cannot remember a better Major Championship. The last three holes unfold like chapters. Payne pours in 65 foot of putt.
Possibly the greatest experience of my life, to date, are the rounds of golf played with family, especially my Father. I vividly recall morning rounds during the summer, parking across from the ninth green at the course, hopping the fence, making sure to split the first fairway with the dew prints, a mix of guidance and haughtiness planted for the second game of the day. Round finished by 9:45, a Sunkist for the ride home.
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