TSRC 2025
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Glory to the Red Team. Champions yesterday, today; tomorrow, and all the days to come.
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| 00:00 - 00:03 | We’ve located some of the lost balls from the woods |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Errant shots were hit |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | On 7, 13, and 17 |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | And early matches went well enough by what’s been entered in the app |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | So we’re just waiting on the last cart to come in |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | We’re playing Fairs and Walsh? |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | They suck! We finally won this thing! |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | Jon…umm… |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | The match was |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Fairs and Walsh crushed. The match was dormie after 12. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Eisenhut was last seen running naked toward I90 |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Anyone not named Geckler, Forguites, or Lewis…out NOW! |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | How the fuck do we keep losing?! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | Eisenhut gets like 10 strokes on Walsh! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | Why can’t we just win matches and raise that cup in their faces?! |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | Do you know how much shame this brings my family? |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | Julia and the kids hate seeing me cry. |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | Yet every year I sob for a week and it sucks |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | It’s ridiculous and I blame you and the rest of the blues |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | You’re all losers and so are the rest of the guys |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Jon, I did what I could and won all my matches |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Shove your L.A.B. putter up your ass and teach Fontaine how to chip! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | He doesn’t listen. He just kept railing off about Cabot |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | It was a glorious trip - I was there! And the Montreal strippers were primo |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | I don’t want to hear it! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | Alternate shot we got smoked |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | Webb getting 3 CTPs |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | Fairway Jesus with his dick out after every tee shot |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | And Clancy going on and on about red supremacy. Wallen, too. |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | Betsch flicking cigarette butts at Hemler out of disrespect. Nawrot’s awful putting. |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | And for Christ’s sake Hindson, keep the ball inbounds! |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | No idea why Dave Jackson chooses this weekend to break 90 three times |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | Maybe we should take up pickleball |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | Maybe then we could defeat the red morons and put them in their place |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | And we could feel the feeling of raising a cup |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | Probably not though. Were born losers |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | They’re all winners and they cleaned up at the tables also apparently |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | Shamwow Travis Mathew shirts. No sense of style whatsoever |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Except Paulie’s outfits. Those are money. |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | You’d think one of us would be able to match that rizz |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | Even Fahlbush had the cart girl flirting with him |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Are you the slampig Shea pulled out of The Gig? We’ll get you Plan B |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | Maybe we won’t do this next year |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | After all, being disappointed like this is depressing and lame |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | We just can’t win |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | I should sell my company and be a recluse |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | At least then I won’t get texts from LaFrance and Whitman rubbing my nose in this shit |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | And not deal with Piche and Kaczor asking to be traded |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Who am I kidding, I love this shit. |