Hey Everybody! With it now officially being a month to the day since the ePub of ‘MUSTANG: STORMBREAKER’ went on sale, I just wanted to check in really quickly to do two things. One is just a little update to say that my break after finishing the second Mustang book...
Hey, everybody! Well, after a much-needed week off following the hectic run-in that led to putting the ‘Final Stretch’ together last weekend, I’m delighted to announce that the full, digital version of “MUSTANG II: STORMBREAKER” is now officially on sale in the Mustang shop! So, whether you’ve just recently started...
Having endured the excruciating wait for Spieth, Morikawa, and Rahm to all hit their second shots – with each time he saw their respective efforts landing within makeable distance of the hole feeling like just another sprinkle of salt in his self-inflicted wounds – Mustang, after using every ounce of...
Mustang had vague recollections of having a lot of bad chest infections when he was really young; ones that would leave him with these gratingly-loud, bark-like coughs that made him sound as though he’d inadvertently swallowed a beat-up car engine somewhere in-between his steady diet of PB&J sandwiches and off-brand...
FWWWEEEEESSSSHHHH!!! Despite the approving roars and enthusiastic hollers from those spectators crammed in around the 18th tee-box, Mustang kept his eyes firmly locked on his ball as it flew through the air – given the position he was in, his nerves were demanding that he be nothing other than doubly...
Having released the head of his putter smoothly through the end of his stroke, Fletcher quickly turned his head to see his ball gliding across the rain-slickened surface of the 18th-green – after all, this wasn’t just a “normal” birdie putt. Because after doing all the hard work of actually...
* As this is essentially two chapters together, keep an eye out for the asterisks (*) – they act as nice natural stopping points * Once the R&A had seen their fill of the carnage Caesar had been wreaking on the final round – not to mention their need to...
Having lived in Florida before making the move to Marais des Voleurs, Mustang wasn’t exactly a stranger to ‘bad weather’. Whether it be the mid-summer rainy season where any given afternoon carries the threat of seeing the sky being ripped apart at a second’s notice by some torrential thundershower or...
After his clutch finish in the third round had seen him get to -7 for the tournament, Mustang had known that going on the leaderboard at the time, Fletcher would be heading out, at least, one group ahead of him come the final round. By the time play had finally...
In the 162-year history of the Open, more so than in any other Major Championship, the elements have always played a significant role in dictating who exactly emerges victorious come Sunday evening. Howling winds? Bitter cold? Driving rain? Whenever one throws their hat into the ring to become the ‘Champion...