Your having a miserable round......you are standing over you ball. It is in the wrong place....maybe even on the wrong fairway. You look up and it hits you right in the mug. You are in a foreign land....not really comfortable and not really able to get away because unlike home you can't just walk off the course and shuffle off to the hotel room. You could shuffle off the course, make a left here and a right there and be in Marseilles. Not saying there is anything wrong with Marseilles and not saying that Bubba is so pedestrian that he is just lost out there.
The point is it likely does not take much these days for Bubba to feel boxed in, without many if any remedies. Need we be reminded that Bubba is a completely open book with a pocket permanently attached to his sleeve so his heart does not fall off into the rough?
The point is it likely does not take much these days for Bubba to feel boxed in, without many if any remedies. Need we be reminded that Bubba is a completely open book with a pocket permanently attached to his sleeve so his heart does not fall off into the rough?