Wait, Pat Laske was wearing that hat the whole time? How did I miss that? Oh yeah, the blinding boredom of this plot and of this match, tacked on to show Steve revived from his depression by the competitive juices of golf. But of course he got waxed by Pat Laske. You don’t have a hat like that unless you play a lot of golf. But in the end, Steve relishes defeat because it gives him one more chance to cash in on some sweet, sweet pity sex. Now look, for someone not interested in playing hide the pitching wedge, Molly sure seems to be overly invested in Steve’s golf game. Maybe she’s just not capable of admitting it? Maybe her defenses are wearing down?
Nope. Sorry Steve. Keep working on that golf game. How about a high five to remember Molly by (and to go with your blue balls)?
Shouldn’t Molly be going to college or something? Maybe she’s got her sights set on Dr. Scavuzo or Lefty Ennis. Those cardboard undies only come off if you’re loaded with dough. Maybe Steve should get a sponsorship deal and take another crack at Molly when the checks start rolling in. Whatever. Can we move on now?