Francis Ouimet

 Rock was surprised to learn sports teams in the U.S. and worldwide had begun to adopt the pattern from the golf shirt he slept in Monday night and Tuesday morning as the standard for their game jerseys. He, by the way, ordered the shirt from the USGA after he watched a U.S. Open contender dressed in one for the third round. It is white, speckled with tiny blue silhouettes of Francis Ouimet and his twelve-year-old caddy from the 1913 national championship. 

Adrift

 Life on earth was done. Rock had begun to accept it as he wandered around his house on a hot afternoon in July. There was an abyss gathered around. He knew his presence was an anomaly for mankind, the remainder of which was gone, adrift in the ether of oblivion.

Press parking

 Press parking for this sports event was on a multi-lane interstate highway bridge that ran across a major river near the downtown of a major American metropolitan area. Consequently, writers, reporters, and photographers were required to walk to the event in high-speed vehicular traffic. Neither Rock nor anyone else questioned this.