[s1e13] Breaking 80 -

The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of stale coffee and expensive leather, but today, it tasted like copper.

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." [S1E13] Breaking 80

Arthur’s heart was a drum in his ears. He stood over the putt. Ten feet for a birdie and a 78. Two putts for a par and a 79. Three putts for... disaster. The air in the clubhouse usually smelled of

"You’re overthinking the wind," Leo said, leaning against the bag. Leo had been Arthur's caddy since they were kids, back when "breaking 80" meant not getting grounded before noon. "The wind is fine," Arthur snapped. "It’s the water." He just took off his glove, looked at