{Scoreboard Update – Team Zolomon/Wells
Points: 36}
{Qualification Threshold: 38}
{Holes Remaining: 4}
{Projected Cutoff to Enter Next Round: 40–42}
They were close. Too close.
A single putt could bridge the gap, shift momentum, and silence doubt — or confirm it.
James exhaled slowly, blocking out the ambient murmurs, the cool breeze swaying through trees, the soft buzz of drones hovering for club footage, and the silent tension of every eye watching him.
The ball sat patiently, one inch from salvation.
He bent low, read the green like Connor taught him. Soft tilt to the left. Slight dew resistance. But nothing complicated. At least not a technical problem, but a mental one.
But he wasn't nervous anymore.
He smiled to himself as he brought the club back, steady and tapped.
And the ball rolled.
Time didn't stretch, it froze. The breath of the crowd held tight as a vice.
Plink!
The ball fell in.
