Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite[...]Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.
Penn was unable to execute anything at all. It is telling of where he is right now mentally. It may be that he does not have the furiosity that pushed him to great heights. Or it could have been dozens of many other things, but it is most likely that Rory McDonald executed his game enough to fluster Penn out of playing his hand.