There was a media room set up in the clubhouse, but Rock couldn't find a wireless connection for his laptop. Under ordinary circumstances, it wouldn't have mattered. He was only a fifteen-minute drive from home, and the tournament would end hours before the paper's deadline. The difference was that Rock was in the final round of a sports-trivia contest significant enough that it was all anyone around him talked about, including the golfers.
Rock needed to answer one more question, and time was running out. Panic had begun to set in. Middle-aged golfers, several of whom Rock had known since they were high-school stars, tried to help. A few handed him their smartphones, which did nothing for him. The room was packed with media and golfers and the newsroom clutter of equipment and reams of scattered press releases and Rock was suddenly aware that not only was a fortune on the line but perhaps survival itself.
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