After getting the jersey and putting it on, I drove to a local batting cage and threw a random in front of the curveball. I got in my Duster and drove home to find my wife auctioning off our house. I grabbed my dad's clubs off the auctioneer and started walking. I stopped a few houses down and hit an absolute bomb of a drive into my annoying neighbors house. Plugged his stupid dog that keeps dropping logs on my yard. They seemed all mad and it started to get me down, so I grabbed the clubs and I got back in my Plym. And hit the driving range to let some stress out. That backfired. Saw some guy there named Dirty Stew who was hittin moon rockets. Tiger who? I went back to the Budget Inn took the jersey off and.
