I’ve never thought of ice cream on the course.
I don’t know what to tell you.
Sometimes you just need a quick cone.
Give me a swirl with sprinkles.
Simple, direct and fills the ice cream void you want.
I don’t trust my shirts when I’m eating a cone.
And look at the form on Hovland there.
That’s a man lost in the moment.
A man simply enjoying his ice cream before one of the major tournaments.
No worries about his short game.
No worries about putting or what the 11th at Royal Troon can do to a man.
Just a golfer admiring a perfect cone.
We’ve all been there, hell we’ve all been there sober.
I assume that’s what Hovland is doing here.
This is a man oozing confidence and vanilla ice cream right now.
