U.S. Open champion Bryson DeChambeau celebrated his win at Trump National Golf Course in Westchester, New York, on Monday night by getting a tad sauced with the boys and piping a couple of golf balls into the troposphere.
“Let’s see how I swing this drunk,” DeChambeau said before launching a straight tactical nuke into the darkness of night. The famous last words of any golfer after too much swing juice on the back 9… (Click HERE to sign up for Mr. Right’s weekly newsletter)
The video is absolutely electric — and some prime content to get you hyped for a Mr. Right White Boy Summer.
WATCH:
🚨💣🏆 #WATCH: Bryson DeChambeau is hitting BOMBS into the darkness with glow balls alongside the U.S. Open Trophy!
(via larry_glick1/IG) pic.twitter.com/j056ezM1Ti
— NUCLR GOLF (@NUCLRGOLF) June 18, 2024
I love to see a top performer like Bryson cut loose and act like a normal human being for once, not some stilted PR bot who’s constantly concerned about his image and how he might offend some overly sensitive twit.
Many of today’s top athletes, actors, artists, CEOs, etc., are fake. Fake, I say, fake to their core! Every tweet they send, every image they post, and every speech they give, is carefully crafted by a team of so-called “PR experts.” Like vampires, these “experts” suck the lifeblood and personality out of their famous clients, leaving them spiritually drained and boring and overly refined. (RELATED: Rory McIlroy Pulls Absolutely Cowardly Move After Epic US Open Collapse)
Kings supporting kings after rare miscue from Bryson DeHambro pic.twitter.com/HUdsovQ86n
— Mr. Right (@mrrightdc) June 15, 2024
So when an athlete with as high a profile as DeHambro gets drunk in public and puts on a show for the fans, it feels like we are back in the America of yesteryear, the 2000s, when you could be a little vulgar now and then, and not face a media-manufactured “PR crisis.”
White Boy Summer pic.twitter.com/p46COgqPu5
— Mr. Right (@mrrightdc) June 15, 2024
Side note: there is nothing better than striping a golf ball with some booze sloshing around the tank.
We can’t all be Bryson, skilled enough to hammer a perfect drive after doing trophy chugs with Eric Trump. But a little bit of swing juice, maybe a grape transfusion or two, goes a long way on the links. It will give you that extra courage to go for the green instead of laying up, or hit the Phil Mickelson flop shot if you land short. More importantly, it’s the liquid courage that will win you the cart girl’s number.
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