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.
The contact was pure. A soft click . The ball arched high, dancing with the breeze, and bit into the green ten feet from the pin. [S1E13] Breaking 80
He took his stance. Keep the head down. Pivot. Follow through. It rolled, slow and deliberate, catching the lip
Arthur’s heart was a drum in his ears. He stood over the putt. Ten feet for a birdie and a 78. Two putts for a par and a 79. Three putts for... disaster. slow and deliberate
He didn't read the break. He knew this green. He'd lived on it in his dreams. He tapped the ball.