The Genesis Invitational

Hawk! Hawk! Hawk!

What did I tell you? LeBron and Bronny.

-Dad, stop. Bronny's not even good. -He's a developmental talent.

Dad, seriously?

Fucking love this shit.

Three gladiators entering the Colosseum.

Yeah, feels good.

Praetorian Guard stands by.

Yeah, cool.

What beasts will be let loose? What heroes will be made?

What's going on, Golden? You writing a book?

Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.

Know what happens when you let the dogs slip?

-What's that? -People be asking…

It's called Greek mythology, Hawk. You ought to do more reading.

That's a group called the Baha Men.

Welcome back to the beautiful Genesis Invitational

on this gorgeous afternoon.

And, Steve, have you ever seen a pairing as anticipated as what we're about to see?

I cannot remember anything like it.

You have the great Lonnie Hawkins teeing off

for the first time on the PGA Tour in seven years,

playing against his own son, Lance Hawkins,

and Golden Fisk, the man some say destroyed his confidence at the US Open.

Notah, we are in for quite the show today.

Let's get it to the first with Hally Leadbetter.

Thanks, Notah. Golden hit a massive drive

down the center of the fairway. He is absolutely relishing this pairing.

Now, this first tee shot will be a good test

to see if Lance Hawkins can handle the pressure.

Got ahold of that one, but it is moving left.

Just caught the rough, but he should have a good angle onto the green from there.

-Moved your hand too much. -You're wearing a woman's shirt.

No, I'm not.

And now, the golf world has been waiting for this moment for seven years.

Hawkins fans may have noticed Lonnie made an 11th-hour change to his caddie

on the eve of his return to the PGA Tour.

-Hey, did you miss me, everybody? - Oh, we sure did!

Check out my whiz kid caddie, Gustavo, right here.

He's worth every penny.

- Gustavo! - Yeah.

What is going through his mind?

["It's In The Way That You Use It" song playing]

- -

- -

-He hit a rocket. It's hooking. - Go! Mashed potatoes!

In the rough right behind Lance. The crowds out here are going crazy.

Let's go, Lonnie!

Turned your hand too much.

I meant to. I wanna play right next to my offspring.

Hey, that is dangerous. Someone could get hurt.

Right, Gustavo.

I'm loving this guy.

Ay, pinche.

Sorry, excuse me.

Hey, Nat.

-Hey. -Hey, there you are.

-What's wrong? -Huh? Nothing.

-You good? -Yeah.

-You look stressed. -No, I don't get stressed.

Terrible for your endocrine system.

-Endo-crin. -It's endocrine, 100%.

Hey, Nat, Nat, Nat. Lance forgot his phone.

-You know how he is without that phone. -Of course he forgot his phone.

-I know. -Okay, well, I'll go grab it. Where is it?

There in the hotel room. I can go grab it. Shoot me the keys.

No, it's all good. I got it. Where is it in the room?

That's the thing, he doesn't even know. He has a vague idea where he put it.

-Could be a bunch of different places. -I left my sunglasses by the pool anyway.

No problem. I can grab your sunglasses. I'm gonna go by the pool.

I'll be there fast. I'm gonna sprint.

I know the course better than you. I'm gonna go through the 8th hole--

Jerry, if you run into Lance, let him know I'm going to grab his phone.

I'll be right back. Hold this. And Jerry… try to relax.

Yeah! I'm relaxed! I don't-- Don't even know what you're talking about.

-Shit, shit, fucking shit. -

Shit, fuck, shit.

How are we doing today? We doing good? Let me know if you need anything. Hello.

Okay, everybody has their drinks.

Oh God, I'm getting… I'm overwhelmed.

Well, he already has one.

Stacy, what did I tell you?

It's a good spot.

Oh yes, Anton, you are such a darling.

I really can't thank you enough for all of your help.

Oh, it's nothing. And like I told you,

the golfers walk right by here on their turn to the 10th hole.

Stacy, we're gonna sell out before 5:00.

It's gonna be fine. We'll have enough for the rest of the week. Don't worry.

Is that gentleman your significant other?

He's actually more like a traveling companion, really.

Oh. And may I ask how Lonnie feels about that?

-Oh… -Don't mean to pry.

No prying at all. Lonnie?

Uh, he's… Well…

I don't wanna say this too loud, but he's very jealous of Radford. Very.

As a matter of fact, he's gonna shit blood

when he sees me and Radford selling my beverage out here.

Stacy, official duty calls, but let me know if there's anything you need.

I will, Anton. Thank you so much again.

Of course. Of course.

Pull over up here, I need to urinate.

What did that snake want?

Oh well, he'd like to erase the image of his wife being pounded by Lonnie Hawkins,

but we know that's never gonna happen.

- You little vixen, you. -Ooh…

Radford, customers.

And, Notah, a multiple major winner leads the way right now.

Absolutely, Steve. Justin Thomas leading the charge

with five holes left to play in his opening round.

Fisk off to a hot start, three under in his first four holes.

Let's get it down to Hally at five.

Notah, the Hawkins family has had a rocky start, with Lonnie doubling two

and Lance needing to take a drop from a hazard on three.

He's got this for par.

Your old man getting in your head?

Yeah, right, my head? You know what's inside my head?

What?

Just a

small little box the size of an M&M.

And inside that box is an even smaller box the size of a mini M&M.

And inside that box is a handwritten note.

-You know what it says? -I don't know.

-"Fuck you." -Oh.

Shoot, I actually kinda like that. Write that down, Laszlo.

But, kid, you're gonna wanna keep in mind your dad,

he's two shots up after four holes.

-You understand that? - I understand.

Hey, you ever do the Dew?

I don't frequently do the Dew, but B-Dubs has the Dew.

I'll… I'll do the Dew when I have the urge.

Also, they have what's called a Radler, which is a brew and a Dew.

What are you talking about?

The Dew, at B-Dubs.

I get a traditional and boneless combo.

Can't be beat.

Hey, let's maybe hit that after the round.

-Hit what? -B-Dubs. You gonna be like this all day?

-Like what? -A Debbie Downer.

I need to see some fun out of you.

Maybe put your hat on backwards or something.

I… I-- I am fun.

That is not fun.

Come on, come on. Break, break, break.

- -Oh!

Walk it off.

Great miss. You'll make it up on the next hole.

This motherfucker…

All right.

- -Outside the left.

Okay. Okay, this is what I'm talking about, okay?

I don't need you to help me putt. Just please stay back.

Let the Hawk take wing.

- - I told you, outside, left.

- When did you tell me? -I to… I told you. You said, "I got this."

Well, you see… You gotta get my attention.

You gotta, like, really…

You gotta almost grab me by the shoulders and shake me.

- Next time I will. -Or make it fun. Do a funny voice.

Golf. Four, six, five, three.

Shit.

Hawk. Four, two, nine, five.

- -

Yeah, come on!

Come on!

Did you see that?

- -Just gorgeous.

I'm talking, like, perfect.

Like Dua Lipa in a white bikini on the beach in Cabo kind of perfect.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Lance, the Lord's name.

Oh my God, Carl, not today.

Hmm.

Okay.

Okay.

No, put the wedge back in the bag. Grab me the two iron.