Hey, mister, you gotta
wear a helmet.
Don’t worry about it. [ Puffing ][ Automatic Pitcher Firing ]
Oh, yeah, yeah!
Bring that shit on! – Oh, God. I love it.
– Awesome. Oh, God, that hurt a little,
but I’m all right.My God, son, what the hell
are you doin’?364 more days ’til
next year’s hockey try-outs.
I gotta toughen up. Yeah! Oh, God, that felt good.
Yeah! Come on, boy.
Cut that out.
You’re makin’ me sick. Hey!
a hockey player, huh? Yeah.
give that shit up… and you’re gonna
concentrate on golf. Who the hell are you?
I’m the club pro here,
Chubbs Peterson. I’m offerin’ to teach you
how to play golf,
personally… for free. No!
You have no idea
who I am, do you? No, I don’t. Back in 1 965,
Sports Illustratedsaid… I was going to be
the next Arnold Palmer. Yeah? What happened?
They wouldn’t let me
play on the Pro Tour anymore. Ah, I’m sorry.
Because you’re black? Hell, no! Damned alligator
bit my hand off!.
Oh, my God! Yeah. Tournament
down in Florida. I hooked my ball in the rough
down by the lake. Damned alligator
just popped up,
cut me down in my prime. He got me, but I tore
one of that bastard’s
eyes out, though. Look at that.
[ Chuckling ]
You’re pretty sick, Chubbs.I have never seen anyone
that can hit that ball
half as far as you can.You got real talent, kid.
Well, that’s nice
of you to say, but, uh, I been trainin’
to be a hockey player
my whole life. Golf’s no different
from hockey. Requires
talent, self-discipline. Golf requires goofy pants
and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor
the accountant. Probably
a great golfer. Huge ass. Hey, I bet your neighbor
the accountant can’t drive
the ball 400 yards. Bet your neighbor
the accountant doesn’t have
a shot to get on the Pro Tour.[ Can Crashes ]
How would I do that? You win the open tomorrow,
on the Pro Tour. Then who knows?
Maybe you’ll win the Tour
Championship one day, get that gold jacket
like I never got. Gold jacket, green jacket–
Who gives a shit? Yeah. Ho!
Oh! Don’t worry about that.
Made of wood.
It’s real sturdy. Oh, boy.
Sorry about that. Look, it was good
to meet ya but, uh– Yeah.
So, uh, all right,
I’m out of here. You know, this is
not real smart, kid. I thought
you were pro material,
primed to make the big bucks! [ Brakes Screech ][ Bell Rings ][ Tires Screech ]Hey, Chubbs,
what kind of big bucks?