Rory McIlroy sues Bryson DeChambeau after brutal win, …
I think it’s time to look at other golfers.
The stress finally hits Rory McIlroy and he’s facing the biggest decision of his career.
Wyndham Clark literally breaks through, Brooks and Jenna make a big statement, and the scariest place in the Ryder Cup venue.
Full episode summary of Season 2 Episode 1: Rory goes down, Brooks goes up
— Natalie Imbruglia, supposedly singing about Rory McIlroy.
Dear Rory
I can’t take it anymore. I’m happy for Matt Fitzpatrick, and I know you are too, and I’m happy for golf. But as I sit here alone on another dark Sunday evening, watching the fireflies outside my window, I cannot escape my own truth, and my truth is that I was dreaming of something different this weekend. Something more. I’m talking about my true dream, Lolly, when I have a nightmare, when I’m chased by Wolf Cats with Tyrell Hutton’s face. You dreamed of winning in broad daylight, and why not? You were one stroke away from the lead at the end of the first round. After the second round, you lost your mind. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic, a real Dustin Johnson, but I still believed it. I believed you. Maybe you look like “fireflies”, Lolly. You shone so brightly and effectively, but it didn’t last long, and like a firefly, you probably don’t want to get stuck in a jar. Now that the sun has set on another major tournament, I have to ask a tough question: what has changed? What’s different this week compared to Southern Hills and the PGA, where you were leading by a wide margin after the first round? Or committed his patented Sunday charge at the Masters when it was too late to win? And that was just this year. How long have we been doing this? How long have you been giving me false hope, only to have it repeatedly stripped from me, like when a friend from high school offered me a ride home, only to step forward a few feet as soon as I reached the passenger door, that is, until I started chasing him in blind rage to learn the lesson so many dogs learned long ago: that you can’t catch a car on foot, and that even if you do, you’re basically invincible? How many years have I spent looking for an excuse? How many times have I told guys, “Well, he hasn’t won a major in a while, but just look at all the yellow top 10s on Wikipedia.” You just don’t understand it like I do.
My parents called me stupid. “Why waste your time on him?” they said. “Find someone young and interesting like Collin Morikawa or a steady gentleman like Zach Johnson – did you know he’d be a Ryder Cup captain? And he goes to church!
Oh, I’ll protect you. Sometimes I get angry. “Remember 2014?!” I yelled. “Remember Valhalla?!” Remember Royal Liverpool? How he stood up to Sergio Garcia, Phil Mickelson and Rickie Fowler and straddled the game like a giant?! Remember, *$%&$*#$(&#$s?! Like a colossus!
But now those are memories. Memories from ten years ago. Do you know what happened ten years ago? I don’t know. And Enron? What about Yugoslavia? Nobody knows. How long will a relationship last that is based on memory – what once was, rather than what is and what will be? How long do I pretend that we’re both still the innocent little kids we were back then, cocky and cool, you winning golf tournaments and I’m sitting here watching you win golf tournaments ? How long can I pretend that this is the reality of our relationship and not the boring “elderly couple sighing at each other at 4:30 p.m.” thing. dinner” stagnation that has set in since then? It may seem hard, but now when I see you on Big Sunday, I ask myself, “Do I still really feel something for this person?” Do I even know him? I really knew him, these are only a strange rescue team that ends with the fact that I will write more unknown ventilation to those who do not recognize my name after shouting 10 times in a row. What I did. “Do you know if it will be published on these pages again?”
Of course, I always feel a flame. meanwhile. Player championship. A tour championship couple. Match Play. We had a great time in Dubai. HSBC. Wells Fargo. CJ Katt? And, yeah, even last week when you defended the honour of the PGA Tour by winning the Canadian Open and flying the flag for the good people. Even then the fire was burning, and in Canada it is difficult to light a metaphorical fire. Or real. They said there was too much snow.