[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.

"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." [S1E13] Breaking 80

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. It rolled, slow and deliberate, catching the lip

He didn't read the break. He knew this green. He'd lived on it in his dreams. He tapped the ball. "The wind is fine," Arthur snapped

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."