In life I don't like whining, overly-dramatic people. In golf, I despise them.
I look at the leaderboard and I see a cuck and a cheater who is tied with Sam Burns. But damn, that cuck birdied six of the last seven yesterday for his six stroke lead. That's playing golf.
Over the last decade, maybe decade and a half, the winner has been within four strokes of the leader heading into round three. Rory has a six stroke lead. Over the last 100 years, a little over 10 percent of the winners have been six strokes, or more, back from Saturday mornings leader.
So, I'm saying "there's a chance..." it's not the cuck.
Join me in a moment of prayer. "Lord, let the wind blow!"