I heard that story before too, Sit. Or different variations of it. In one of them Greg drives the cart into the water and tries to drown the poor bastard. Who the fuck knows what really happened? Suffice it to say, some poor schmuck got smacked for doing his job.

Believe it or not, Greg took that golf VERY fucking seriously. He was a member at a couple of private clubs up in Westchester. He played at least three times a week all summer long when he wasn't locked up.