06-08-2014, 07:01 PM
Date: 2014-06-08
Time: 0745
Type: Spliced, linear, POV
I am in some kind of gymnasium the size of a football stadium, which is hosting the final hole in a prestigious golf tournament. The crowd is spilling off of the stands to watch as the final golfers finish their round. As I make my way into the gym to find my ball, I notice that we are having terrible trouble with the wind, as it keeps blowing our golf balls across one of the red yardage lines, and closer to the hole. One of my fellow golfers, who resembles a high-school friend, is preparing to make a chip shot, when all of a sudden, an old man runs out of the crowd and steals his ball. Out of sportsman-like conduct, I chase the man down and force him to return the ball to its rightful owner, which he does.
The next thing I know, the crowd is on their feet and spilling onto the indoor field, effectively blocking our way. A small, old businessman dressed in a black suit takes me off to the side and says how impressed he is with how I "
Time: 0745
Type: Spliced, linear, POV
I am in some kind of gymnasium the size of a football stadium, which is hosting the final hole in a prestigious golf tournament. The crowd is spilling off of the stands to watch as the final golfers finish their round. As I make my way into the gym to find my ball, I notice that we are having terrible trouble with the wind, as it keeps blowing our golf balls across one of the red yardage lines, and closer to the hole. One of my fellow golfers, who resembles a high-school friend, is preparing to make a chip shot, when all of a sudden, an old man runs out of the crowd and steals his ball. Out of sportsman-like conduct, I chase the man down and force him to return the ball to its rightful owner, which he does.
The next thing I know, the crowd is on their feet and spilling onto the indoor field, effectively blocking our way. A small, old businessman dressed in a black suit takes me off to the side and says how impressed he is with how I "