All sense of decorum has been lost out at 13. Two of my fellow S-T scribes have just arrived back at the media tent, and they are emotionally shaken. Apparently, they were victims of a drive-by gas attack.
Near the 14th fairway, a very drunk fan ripped one right down the middle, and I'm not talking about his drive. Course officials had warned us it would be windy out here, but we were unprepared for this kind of hazardous weather.
The least he could've done was yell FORE! And where was the marshal to hold up the "Squeeze Please" sign?!?
Geez, it's a jungle out here.