How could he not be reasonable? It was like Oktoberfest in August. His was one of the coolest PGA Championship victories, the thermometer dipping below par at the tournament’s start.
You’re not at Whistling Straits anymore, mein freund .
Dire Straits peradventure, when the sun starts beating down on the Atlanta Athletic Club this week and the air grows as thick as grits and a swamp builds in your nice Hugo Boss shirt.
The defending champ scouted out the conditions Monday, and made one important discovery: Better to not dress this week like you’re prevalent to an apple festival.
