Us golf fans have been absolutely spoiled these past couple of months. We've had an 8-hole playoff at The Travelers between Harris English and Kramer Hickok. A 7-man playoff for the bronze medal at the Olympics. A 5-hole, 3-man playoff between Cam Davis, Troy Merritt, and Joaquin Niemann at the Rocket Mortgage Classic. A 6-hole playoff between Seamus Power, and J.T. Poston at the Barbasol Championship. A 3-man, 2-hole playoff between Abraham Ancer, Sam Burns, and Hideki Matsuyama at the Saint Jude Invitational. And finally this past weekend a 7-man 2- hole playoff between Kevin Kisner, Si Woo Kim, Adam Scott, Roger Sloan, Kevin Na, and Branden Grace. So basically, what I'm trying to say is, good luck cashing your outright winner tickets.
I gotta say man, as much as I hate betting on Kinser, I can't get enough of him as a person. He's just one of the fucking boys. Walt Disney couldn't have scripted a better Sunday round of golf for Kevin Kisner if he wanted to. Guy came out hotter than a cookie from an easy bake oven. Guy birdied 4 of his first 6 holes on the front 9, and was tied for 1st on the 6th hole. Kis went into the 16th hole down 2 strokes and told himself that winning this tournament is out of the picture. And that's where the magic happened. Kis birdies 16, sticks a 120 yard p-wedge shot a couple feet from the pin on 17 and walks off tied for 1st. The magic didn't end there. Kis channels his inner Kobe on 18, and flops a shot 3 inches from the pin and punches his ticket into the playoff.
Here comes the epic 7-man playoff. This shit looked as crowded as you and six of your boys playing your own ball. Balls were all over the place, nobody knew what the fuck was going on, insert for Kevin Kisner....
Kis was 161 yards out on the sudden death 18th hole when he flushed a 9-iron shot that came with an iconic leg twirl as he watched his ball fall four feet away from the pin. Kis wasted no time on the green and sank the four foot putt to win.
The best part about winning is the celebration that comes with it. And when asked how he celebrated, Kis gave an answer that solidified him as the absolute boy, "With 42 beers and 12 shots of bourbon".
The moral of the story is, this ain’t no fucking HOBBY bihhhhh.