“Actually, Teddy, you only yell that on the course.”
“My name is Timmy. And where are we if we’re not on the course?”
“This is Putterz Rooftop Sports Lounge, Toddie. Looks like ya wet yourself again. You smell like piss…Go clean yourself up.”
“Timmy. You smell like my drunk grandpa.”
“Here’s a dollar, Billy. Go get me another vodka tonic after you clean your piss-pants.”
Rookie caddie Noah Boone is possibly a living custom bed maker. Or maybe he’s deceased. Or maybe he’s some kid who has tweeted 2,548 more times than Gil Thorp ever has. In any case, let’s keep an eye out for that mom of his, who appears to be digging a grave for her mysterious other son, Steve. But experts say that’s what you’re supposed to do.
You may still be speculating what the deal with Steve is. But it’s clear to me, when you’re the 68-year-old bass guitarist for the Lovin’ Spoonful, and still living at home with your mom, you likely have a myriad of problems. Steve is like Marty Moon on acid. So…like Marty Moon.