There was a significant change in the game of golf underway, and golf authorities and experts had made clear to Rock that he might serve a central role. He was doing all he could to clear his hallway of everything, including the rug, which he placed on his front bedroom bed. It was critical that he trim the time golfers spend in transit from greens to subsequent tee-boxes.
He swept the floor with all the precision he could muster, despite his nearly overwhelming fatigue and sleepiness. He wanted to lie down but was afraid a delay might alter the changes so dramatically that golf traditionalists would blame him for revisions so acute they rendered the game unrecognizable.
Rock began this process as everything about a hole he was playing suddenly turned different. Its length shrunk to less than that of his back bedroom. The green became tiny and made of hard plastic. Change was afoot, charging toward two-hour rounds, and like it or not, it was apparently up to Rock to oversee the process.
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