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Alright, let’s talk about this new PGA Tour movie, Chasing Sunday. You seen it? It’s about the Players Championship. And yeah, they mic’d up some guys. What a concept, right? Like we haven’t been begging for this for years. They finally did it, and honestly? It’s pretty damn good. Not just ‘good for a golf thing,’ but actually good. It’s the kind of raw, unfiltered look we’ve been missing. They trusted the golf, and it paid off.
There’s this one shot, late in the film, from Akshay Bhatia. It’s technically meaningless to the final outcome, doesn’t swing the tournament. But the way they show it… man. It’s a masterclass. After a whole montage of these guys screwing up, feeling sorry for themselves, the pace just drops. They let this one shot breathe. Bhatia’s ball on the 13th, par-3, lands on a ridge. It takes the slope, rolls down, just misses the hole, and leaves him a tap-in. Pure luck? Maybe. But his caddie, Joe Greiner – this guy’s a legend in the film, by the way – he just throws his hands up. Pure joy. Bhatia’s giddy, talking about how he saw it exactly. Then he drops the bomb: “Uh, yeah. I could have made it.”
That’s the magic, right there. It’s not about winning the whole damn thing. It’s about those little moments. The greatness, the self-deprecation, the sheer human element of it all. This film gets that. It trusts that golf, even the stuff that doesn’t lead to a trophy, is inherently interesting. And that’s a huge damn deal.
The biggest thing this film, Chasing Sunday, nails is trust. They trusted that the golf itself, the actual swings, the shots, the misses, the conversations between players and caddies, would be enough. No flashy graphics trying to hype things up. No constant interviews telling you what to think. They just let the cameras roll and the microphones listen. And you know what? It works. It’s exactly what fans have been asking for since those NFL mic’d-up segments became a thing. It feels like the PGA Tour finally figured out that golf is interesting on its own, without needing to turn it into something it’s not.
They picked four guys: Bhatia, Rickie Fowler, Si Woo Kim, and Chris Gotterup. A good mix, honestly. Not all chasing the win, but all dealing with their own stuff. And you get to see it. You see the little tensions, the quiet moments, the frustration. It’s not always pretty, but it’s real. And that’s what makes it compelling.
The film’s operating principle is simple: the little stuff is the big stuff. They believe golf is multidimensional. And you know what? They’re right. It took them a while to get there, but I’m glad they did. It’s a hell of a lot better than some manufactured drama.
One thing that really shines through is the role of the caddies. These guys aren’t just walking along, holding clubs. They’re extensions of the players’ brains. They’re the confidantes, the motivators, the reality checks. You see Joe Greiner with Bhatia, Ricky Romano with Fowler, Manny Villegas with Kim, and Brady Stockton with Gotterup. They’re all different, and they all have different relationships with their players, but the importance is crystal clear. They help draw out the best shots, sure, but they also help draw out the feelings, the intentions, and honestly, just keep the players from completely losing their minds.
Take Greiner and Bhatia. Their banter is gold. Greiner’s the guy asking if Bhatia could love golf any more at that exact moment, and Bhatia’s response is that classic golfer’s mindset: “Uh, yeah. I could have made it.” That’s the kind of honest, slightly absurd exchange that makes you feel like you’re right there with them. It’s not just about the score; it’s about the journey, the ups and downs, and having someone in your corner who gets it.
And then you have the whole Brooks Koepka yardage book situation. Bhatia is blown away that Koepka doesn’t use one. He asks his caddie, Greiner, if he knows anyone else like that. Greiner mentions J.T. Poston. Then Greiner goes and talks to Koepka’s caddie, Ricky Eliott, about it. Eliott confirms it, and they dive into how Koepka operates. “You f—- like driver up there, do you?” Eliott asks Koepka. “He goes, ‘Yeah.'” That’s the kind of insight you just don’t get from a regular broadcast. It’s golf talk, unfiltered. It shows there’s more than one way to skin this damn cat.
Now, let’s be real. Choosing four players out of 123 is a gamble. Did the producers get unlucky that their absolute top contenders weren’t in the final mix? Probably. Imagine Ludvig Aberg mic’d up as he blew the lead, or Cameron Young and Matthew Fitzpatrick going head-to-head down the stretch. That would have been insane. But, as it turns out, they got lucky in other ways. Their weekend pairings put them in the thick of some major storylines.
Take Si Woo Kim. He’s paired with Aberg and Collin Morikawa for the first two rounds. Morikawa’s back injury withdrawal? That was a huge story on Thursday. We get to see that whole awkward scene play out. Aberg’s trying to figure out what to say, offering a simple “Get well, man.” It’s uncomfortable, but it’s real.
Then Kim’s paired with Scottie Scheffler on Saturday. These two are buddies back home in Dallas, so getting a glimpse of the World No. 1 away from the usual press conference grind is gold. Scheffler’s caddie, Ted Scott, even asks if they’re “besties.” Kim’s response? “He doesn’t accept it.” Petty? Maybe. Hilarious? Absolutely.
Rickie Fowler gets paired with Jordan Spieth. And Spieth, well, he does what Spieth does: he delivers a monologue. This time it’s about the mini driver being the perfect club off the 18th tee. The film doesn’t shy away from the nerdy golf stuff, the spin rates, the strategy. It’s all there.
But it’s not all bravado and strategic genius. This film also shows the vulnerable side of these guys. Si Woo Kim, at one point, just says, “God, I’m so bad. I’m the worst player in the world.” And who among us hasn’t felt that way on the golf course? Chris Gotterup’s self-talk is also incredibly relatable, bordering on despondent at times. He’s struggling, things feel off, he’s trying to hit a draw and it cuts. But then, he pulls himself together with a simple, “Alright. Up and down.” That four-word reset? That’s what makes him a pro. It’s that ability to find a way, even when everything feels like it’s going wrong.
It’s easy to forget these guys are under immense pressure. They’re not robots. They have bad days, they get frustrated, they doubt themselves. Seeing that makes them more human, more relatable. It reminds you that even the best in the world are battling their own demons on the course.
Let’s talk about how this even happens. This film dropped on a Tuesday night, just over 48 hours after the tournament ended. That’s insane production speed. I glanced at the credits – 265 names. Two hundred and sixty-five people involved. And the fact that somehow, with that many people, nobody dropped the ball or messed it up? That’s remarkable. It speaks volumes about the team behind it.
This isn’t just a random video. New PGA Tour CEO Brian Rolapp is clearly trying to shake things up, make the Tour feel bigger. And if this film is any indication, he’s doing it by focusing on the core of the game: the golf and the golfers. No influencers, no spilling outside the ropes, and they barely even touch on the final tournament results until the very end. They’re trusting the game itself to carry the narrative.
They treat the golf as a big deal. They treat the details surrounding it as a big deal too. And because they’re showing us that level of respect for the game, it makes us, the viewers, more likely to feel the same way. It’s a cycle of respect and engagement. This film is a damn good start.
If you’re a golf fan, you owe it to yourself to watch Chasing Sunday. It’s the kind of access we’ve craved for years, and it delivers in spades. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s a hell of a lot of fun. Check out more about golf documentaries and behind-the-scenes access at Golf Digest for further insights.