I’m a brat.
I’m a 44 going on 45-year old man but still, I’m a brat. Or at least I have brattish tendencies.
Let us all turn to the third hole at Heritage Isle to demonstrate why.
After shooting a cool par on the first hole, then disgracefully double-bogeying the second, I stepped to the third tee box in an effort to erase the mistakes I had made on the previous hole.
That didn’t happen.