Jon Rahm punctuated his 72nd-hole birdie at Torrey Pines, a birdie that ultimately bestowed him the US Open, with a series of furious upper-cuts and a primal scream that could be heard from San Diego to San Francisco. And who could blame Rahm; those are moments that last a lifetime.
And take a lifetime to build. All of the hours and days and weeks and years spent chasing a dream that may never be caught, and all the labours and toils and struggles and sacrifices that are inherent to that pursuit. So when that dream is caught, that is not something merely celebrated in the moment and stored away.
Which is a long winded way of saying, here’s Jon Rahm chugging some sort of nectar from the gods and launching a glow-in-the-dark ball into outer space.
Not sure what’s more impressive: Rahm’s form still looking as sweet as ever despite (we’re guessing) several chugs throughout the festivities, or that “We are the Champions” continues to never not work. Seriously, name a more timeless song (released in 1977!) that is acknowledged as cheesy yet universally beloved. We’ll wait.
Anyway, congrats to Rahm, and may his celebration be like that glow-in-the-dark ball: a shining, soaring light in this world of darkness.
