The world No. 1 Scottie Scheffler didn’t just snag his second major of 2025 with a dominant performance at The Open Championship — he also went viral for a very different reason: an accidental fart caught on the tournament’s broadcast microphones at the 17th hole.
It’s not every day a Claret Jug contender becomes a trending topic for flatulence. But in true Scheffler fashion, he owned it. “Yeah, that was me,” Scheffler admitted without hesitation during a Pardon My Take appearance this week. “You’re out there for like six hours, eating some different food over there… some stuff’s gonna happen.”
Scottie admits that he ripped a fart that got caught on a hot mic during the open #Dudesrock pic.twitter.com/jGJfxS1ZfJ
— Pardon My Take (@PardonMyTake) July 25, 2025
Scheffler’s Honest Moment Has Fans in Stitches

Scheffler’s self-deprecating honesty—delivered with the same calm demeanor that’s made him so dominant between the ropes—had fans cracking up. Even on the broadcast, the announcers couldn’t help but laugh, with one cheekily noting the “tailwind” after his chip.
Doesn’t matter how old you get, a well-timed fart will never not be funny pic.twitter.com/fsJcvBu24J
— Patrick McDonald (@pmcdonaldCBS) July 17, 2025
It turns out that the boom mic picked up more than just crisp clubface contact. After the round, fellow Tour star Xander Schauffele showed Scheffler the clip. “I see myself standing on 17,” Scheffler recalled, “and I’m like, ‘Oh, I know what this is.’”
It’s a moment that instantly added to the legend of golf’s most quietly relatable superstar.
A Grand Slam Chase and an Everyman Vibe
Let’s not lose sight of the fact that Scheffler’s flatulence moment came during a major-winning run. He’s now just one major away from completing the career Grand Slam — an all-time achievement that puts him in rarefied air with the likes of Tiger, Jack, and the greats.
But this? This was peak human. A world-beating athlete letting one rip mid-round and then calmly lifting a trophy days later. No over-polished PR spin. No fake denials. Just a shrug and a laugh.
And that’s why Scheffler keeps winning—both on the course and with fans. He’s composed, clinical, and completely himself, whether he’s draining birdies or, well, blowing off steam in other ways.
Golf needs personalities like this. Guys who crush a final round, then admit they dropped a sound bite that could clear a green. Scheffler’s not just building a historic resume—he’s doing it with a grounded charm that’s impossible not to root for.