If you walk into the rink hole wearing a USA jersey, you better walk away with a birdie 😅 📺 Golf Channel

@RBCCanadianOpen Are you allowed to move your ball on the green without marking it? Sam Burns did.

THE CARD for the RBC Canadian Open: Main Card Clark 35-1 3pl Koepka 40-1 3pl Reitan 50-1 3pl A Fitzpatrick 35-1 8pl Bombs Ghim 75-1 8pl J Svensson 110-1 8pl Suber 160-1 8pl Clanton 225-1 8pl Willett 245-1 12pl

The goal was to shoot 85 or better today. Fuck this game.

He’s a good follow if you like to bet on golf, play golf, smoke cigarettes, frequent gentlemen’s clubs, be educated on high-end restaurants, learn Korean culture, and get drool-cup required drunk. There’s something for everyone. Well, everyone cool.

From this moment, South Africa were destined for failure at this World Cup

¡Guadalajara Tierra de Coreanos! 🇰🇷🇲🇽 #Mundial #FIFA #WorldCup

You're Japanese in Mexico and someone shouts "Pikachu" at you. Do you: A) Get offended. B) Hit them with a "Pikachu" back and embrace the madness. 😭⚡🇯🇵🇲🇽

Ulises Fernando Bernal Miramontes se llama el tipo que ayer hizo burlas racistas a una aficionada coreana y es presiente del colegio de ingenieros civiles de Jalisco. Una vergüenza de persona

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.