Rock couldn't miss. Every single putt he attempted had rolled in throughout his round. He was on the final hole, and his approach shot stopped on the fringe, ten feet from the pin.
This would be Rock's first chip shot of the day. Chips had become a strength of his game, but he bladed this one, and it motored toward the hole, seemingly destined to roll all the way across the green and into his own backyard.
But he couldn't miss. Rock's shot slammed into the pin and dropped to the bottom of the cup, just as he should have expected on a day like this.
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