The horror.
There was Bryson DeChambeau at Amen Corner with a bunch of hacks/chops/crazed millennials farting around at Augusta National throwing frisbees, vortex darts, kicking soccer balls, hitting baseballs — creating all sorts of ridiculous, nonsensical shenanigans.
Gotta wonder who talked Chairman Fred Ridley into allowing such desecration of sacred golf grounds?
Fred inferred that is was the “five million” views on U-Tube that counted, exposing Augusta National to a new audience.
And there was DeChambeau in the middle of it.
Karma bit back at DeChambeau on Thursday. He shot 76, obviously haunted by the ghost of Bobby Jones.
So into our Dog House with Bryson and his Dude Perfect buddies.
And the dogs said it’s quite all right to bring the frisbees.
