Pablo Torre

I demand answers.

I demand accountability.

It's not Greg Norman, although he probably would have loved to have taken a knife to my throat at some point.

I don't know how many more convenient segues you can give me as you clutch a piece of toilet paper to a wound right at your Adam's apple.

This is ridiculous.

I had no idea Alan was going to be bleeding from his neck.

So now that you have your turtleneck on, you no longer have to staunch the bleeding.

I do want to get to the bleeding in the world of golf.

I just regard you as one of the most plugged in people that I know, certainly into this sport, certainly into the world of live.

So just give me a sense just behind the scenes as the collapse, as the bleeding has been happening steadily into public view now.

How would you explain this to someone who's not getting the texts and calls and the messages that you have been navigating over the last month now?

I want to remind people of the decadence, of the sales pitch, right?

Because so much of what's happening, the schadenfreude that everyone is hearing around sports, around the collapse and the wounds, live when it was born in 2022.

For those who don't remember, what did it look and sound like?

He got that contract.

Right.

I mean, so Jon Rahm gets $300 million.

Phil Mickelson, your boy, gets $200 million.

Brooks Koepka, $130 million, as you just referenced.

Dustin Johnson, $125 million.