Steady. Reserved. Composed. If Jim Furyk were a Foreigner song, he’d be “Cold as Ice.” But Sunday in Hilton Head at the RBC Heritage after nailing back-to-back birdies in the playoff, the second dunk putting the kibosh on Kevin Kisner’s tartan jacket dream, Furyk let his flatstick hit the green with the macho gusto of a mic drop. Then he gave a triumphal air punch while wearing an ecstatic grin on his face as if he’d topped the leaderboard for the very first time despite this being the 44-year-old Tour stalwart’s 17th W. It had been quite awhile though, one hundred starts and five years since the last time calls for maximal exuberance, don’t ya think?
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