Written by Stephen F. Moloney “Ah! There you are …” said Ray, sounding a touch irritated at the momentary panic he’d inflicted upon himself with the thought he’d lost it. “I knew I’d put you in here.” With that, he pulled out the key he’d gone rummaging for through the...
After everything he’d experienced since coming to live with Ray, Mustang had come to the conclusion that he had reached a point where it would be quite difficult for him to be left lost for words. And between his exploits on the course; the places he’d been fortunate enough to...
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...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “At fixing cars?” repeated Ray, confused at hearing such a request. “Uh … I mean, I know a thing or two – depends on how serious a repair job we’re talkin’.” Again, from the conflicted expression on his face, Ray could tell the kid wasn’t...
Having heard the required beep, Mustang yanked his keycard out of the lock, pulled down the handle, and opened back the door to his room. “Holy cow!” he exclaimed, nearly tripping over his jaw as he walked hesitantly inside. “No way this is where I’m staying!” But there was no...
As nice as their first-class cabin had been on the flight from New York, after seven-plus hours of breathing recycled air – regardless of how expensive it may have been – Mustang was relieved to finally step through the door of the plane and fill his lungs with a suitably...
This is what Mustang had wanted. He was sure of it. Him and Finn? The fate of the Walker Cup coming down to the result of their match? Had he known at lunchtime that this was how things were going to work out, Mustang would have thought that it couldn’t...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney (Instagram: ‘stephenfmoloney’ & Email: cheekyninegolf@gmail.com) Hey everybody, First and foremost, to all the American readers of ‘MUSTANG’ I’d just like to wish you all a very happy Memorial Day and I hope you have a great weekend. And, secondly, after several months of work and...
Once the mayhem of Sunday night gave way to the peace and quiet of sunrise early Monday morning, ‘Walker Cup Week’ had officially begun in Florida – and Mustang, for one, was glad of the distraction. Of course, the trips out to Seminole each day were a touch awkward, what...
With Saturday seeing the return, once more, of unspoiled blue skies and unencumbered sunshine over Royal St. George’s, hats, lashings of sunscreen, and ample supplies of cold drinks were, most definitely, the order of the day as Mustang secretly took in the sight of those spectators packed tightly into the...
Mustang pulled open the door of the locker room and marched purposefully inside. Whilst he’d been prepared for spirits to still be rather low amongst the Pirates following their earlier rout at the hands of the Sharks, upon taking in the atmosphere of the locker room, Mustang quickly realized that...