I don’t know how serial killers celebrate. I’ve never seen one clapping or experiencing joy. That said, I have to imagine it looks exactly like Brooks Koepka did on Monday night as he watched Hurricanes vs. Panthers.
Brooks Koepka was clapping like a gleeful serial killer at the Panthers game


There’s something deeply, viscerally unsettling about man clapping endlessly, without blinking, wearing only a blank star of psychotic fascination. The weirdest part of this might be that Brooks’ clapping didn’t come at a moment anyone else was clapping either. This was right before a random faceoff. That’s why everyone else is just sitting and watching while he’s clapping like a total weirdo.
Maybe the PGA Championship took it out of him. Perhaps Koepka thought if he blinked he’d fall asleep during a hockey game. I wouldn’t necessarily blame him for being sleepy too, but honestly, at this point I’d rather just watch Brooks sleep than see him clap like this ever again.
This a celebration of nightmares.












