Forget the Masters. Here's my dad putting from the deep rough.

Hate it when the crowd antagonizes the player by laughing at them.

That being said, let’s dissect the situation.

Prototype form.

Preparing some Mr. Fantastic kind of swing.

Can’t tell what brand his putter is.

Can’t tell what car he drives.

Can’t tell which VPN he recommends.

Not enough branding.

Honestly this is just the tip of the iceberg, but that ball could go anywhere and I’m on the edge of my seat.