"So I jump ship in the Arcitic Ocean and I make my way over to the North Pole and I get on as a looper at a course over there in the Arctic Circle. A looper, you know, a caddy. Pro jock. So I tell them I'm a pro jock and who do you think they give me? Ole Saint Nick himself. The flowing red suit, the jolly cheer, the beard. Striking.
So I'm on the first tee with the Saint and I give him the driver and he hauls off and whacks one. Big hitter, Ole Saint Nick. Long. Into a 10,000 inch crevasse right at the base of this iceberg. You know what Santa says?
'Ho, ho, ho Merry Christmas.'
So we finish 18 and he's gonna stiff me and I say,
'Hey Santa! Hey! How about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know?'
And he says,
'Oh, uh, there won't be any money... but when you wake up on Christmas morning you will receive total understanding of the One-Plane Swing.'
So I got that going for me, which is nice."