Nothing captivates an audience quite like a late-round collapse, and the British Open has a knack for providing some of the more trainwreckian collapses in recent memory.
On the 471-yard 10th hole at Gullane Golf Club, Mickelson smoked an iron that barely got off the ground before running – and running some more – down the course’s baked fairway.
They were waiting for him, and Phil Mickelson knew they would be there – nearly one month on from his shenanigans aboard the 13th green at Shinnecock Hills.
Australian Golf Digest
