The Hawk

Welcome to day two of the W.H. Rawlings Tire Invitational

on the Korn Ferry Tour.

The cut is for the top 65 players and ties.

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the clubhouse desk.

- Punch it! You gotta punch it! - I'm about to punch you, Lonnie!

God damn it, Old Henry. Seriously, move your ass.

We… are… going to… miss… my

tee time because of you.

I will not have this!

It's emotional abuse, and I'm not gonna stand for it.

Keep going! What are you doing? Run the red light! Go! Go!

Whoa!

- Yeah! - Oh shit!

- So, we're good. -

Keep going! Keep going!

Next up for the 9:47 start,

McNally, Han, Hawkins.

This is it, Old Henry. I've let you hang around for long enough.

You are done.

- What? - You're fired!

Fired? You're gonna fire me?

Who's gonna carry your bag?

- Wait! Left lane. Left! Left lane. -

- Ahh! -

- -

- -

- Ahh! -

God!

- You are a terrible driver. -

And next on the tee, winner of the Korean Tour Order of Merit,

Bobby Han.

Hold on!

Oh shit!

Tear it up, Old Henry!

- - Whoo!

And please welcome three-time major winner

and former world number one

from Yuba City, California,

Lonnie Hawkins.

Lonnie Hawkins?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, man!

Slow down!

- Whoa! -

I'm Lonnie Hawkins! I'm a professional golfer.

Look at my face.

Look at my face!

Get out the way!

Lonnie Hawkins.

Classic Lonnie.

- I thought he retired. - Holy shit!

- - No one drives a bus like Old Henry.

Lonnie Hawkins?

- Lonnie Hawkins? -

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

We're here. We're here.

My caddie can't tell time, so it's not my fault.

- What? - Yeah. Hey, Dave, hey Bobby.

- What the fuck is wrong with you? - Guy's a joke.

All right. Let's get this show on the road.

You guys already hit?

- - There you go.

What do we got here? A little Callaway One?

Want to go for a little ride? Huh?

- - What's that?

- - You have to speak up louder than that.

Oh, you want to go far?

You want to go into outer space?

You're gonna go flying through that air, screaming your head off with pure ecstasy…

…as you explode into the cosmos.

Do the damn thing.

Okay, let's do it. Let's go for a ride.

- -

That's how it's done!

Ha ha ha!

That's how it's done!

That's how it's done.

I mean, you gotta try to imagine this steak, okay?

Picture it, smothered in onions and mushrooms, right?

Thick gravy. And then the side?

Oh, the most perfect baked potato.

I mean, just swimming in sour cream and chives.

- You making me hungry. - Here's the crazy thing.

It was just a random Outback somewhere outside of Dallas, you know?

I sure could use some of them Bloomin' Onions they got.

Well, that's Chili's. That's not Outback.

- Oh, you old jackass. It's Outback. - What?

No. Bloomin' Onion? No, no.

I'd bet my life, that's… that's Chili's.

You don't know shit about shit. It's Outback.

Okay, well, I do know this. Tonight, we're going to Carrabba's.

I'm hungry for Italiano.

Fuck Carrabba's. I'd rather eat cat shit with a knitting needle.

- I'm not going to Carrabba's. - Okay, well…

- Yeah, that's you. - Well…

- Quiet, please! Shh! -

Shut your mouths! Please!

Ha!

Ready, set,

lights, camera…

- - Nice shot, Lonnie.

Yeah, you know it was a nice shot, Bobby.

- You see that? - You damn right I did!

The kind of shot you'd make back in the Sisqó era.

- "Thong Song." - Yes, sir.

- I love that song! -

So, what's the cut at?

One, maybe two over.

Who wants some Lonnie juice here, huh?

Little fire in the hole?

It's "water"!

Chunked it. Hit it fat.

Too much "Thong Song."

Bunkers. I fucking hate bunkers.

Lonnie.

Do you remember Doral 2009?

- No. - You made up five strokes in seven holes.

Yes.

Now that's a birdie up there.

- -

- I fucking love you, bud. - You got it.

- I guess it's not my day today. - Hey, you can't think that way, kid.

A lot of golf to be played.

All it takes is one shot to change your day.

Pay attention to Professor Emeritus Lonnie Hawkins.

Multiple degrees

in golf,

etiquette, and psychology.

- - Oh my God!

- Call the clubhouse. - Oh God.

- He's fine. -

He's fine. He's just resting.

- We had a long travel day. I'm… - He's not breathing!

He… He'll be okay. Let's, uh…

Let's putt out.

Would you like to ride in the ambulance with him?

How would that work?

Escort the deceased to the morgue with the EMTs and sign some papers.

No, no, no. I know… I'm just saying, my ball's up there.

What? I mark it, and we come back later?

No! Lonnie!

- What? - You have to withdraw. Game over.

Withdraw? Carlos, no!

I'm two feet from the pin.

- - Are you serious?

That's the shot of the day. I'm Lonnie Hawkins!

- Lonnie, your caddie just died. - I'm…

I loved him so… I loved him so much, you know.

And, uh, he's gone.

And he's not coming back, and I can accept that.

But you gotta understand, Carlos.