High bin
A brave hop is still a hop. Wind eats it.
High loft looks honest on a slow practice carpet. On a baked Sixth Street green it becomes a pop that Floyd wind carries past the hole.
We cut loft until hop death sits inside a walking step. We do not chase a tour number that assumed a different grain. If hop death only arrives after we have gone too far and started a skid, the climate is mixed and Inez splits the ticket into two stamps, not one compromise degree.