Hey, everybody! This is just a quick update to tell you that I’ve added a brand new t-shirt to the ‘Dallas Rugger Collection’ for Missouri’s own hardwood dynasty, The Kansas City Lions. I absolutely love how this t-shirt came out, so if it’s something you think you or someone you...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney “So, you’re saying they’re not here yet … because of a ‘bathroom-related emergency’?” asked Stan, sounding more than a little suspicious. “That is correct,” replied Bill, doubling-down on his ‘half-truth’. “Ok …” said Stan, not sounding any more convinced. “And does that mean Mustang’s sick...
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...
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...
In the world of professional golf, there’s no test sterner than that posed by a Major Championship. The courses are difficult. The conditions are, generally, incredibly trying. And the fields they assemble see the very best players in the world colliding over four long days of intense competition to see...
Feeling the need to step in once more, Ray spoke up. “Meaning what exactly?” he asked, his tone now firming as he began to grow tired of people speaking in riddles. “Well, it’s like this,” explained Dallas, now taking to looking at Ray, as he could sense his frustration. “Right...
Written by Stephen F. Moloney With Jeanie, Malcolm, and Tess following closely behind, Ray rushed through the door at the back of the kitchen and out into the small parking lot at the rear of the diner. “Damnit!” he swore after quickly looking to the spot where he’d parked his...
As word of his last-minute withdrawal spread like wildfire across all four tightly-mown corners of Seminole, Fletcher’s plan to hijack the opening session of the Walker Cup had gone off without a hitch. No matter where you went during the foursomes, the one name on everyone’s lips was ‘Fletcher Rhodes’....
Written by Stephen F. Moloney Having waited out the mass exodus of people rushing from the 17th in order to get to the 18th tee and beyond, Travis, Jeanie, and Bill, finally, saw Mustang – with his driver in hand – walking towards them down the cart path which connected...
After the drizzle at the end of their round had given way to a night of thundery downpours and flashes of lightning, the clear sky over Bandon Dunes the following morning, itself burnt orange and red by the dawn sun, betrayed a scorcher of a day was in store for...
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...
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...