The ball rolled, dipped, caught the groove it was supposed to catch and did a full revolution before heading down toward the hole…and lipping out.
Marcus spun his putter in his hand, almost swore…
“Marcus!”
Whoever said it said it like they were mad that he swore, but he knew he didn’t.
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