So…anway, like I was saying…I forgot my clubs, right, and was thinking, Well, what can I use? Like, I need my clubs to play golf with, right? I mean, it was sort of like the time I lost my ticket to the Cap Cener…you remember…the night they broke out Black Throated Wind…yeah, broke wind…ha, ha, ha… say, could you give me a hit off that? Thanks…let’s not forget to get some beer for the cooler…there isn’t anything better after a few holes than to burn one on the front nine, drink a few beers, I always play better when I’m good and relaxed…so, anyway…yeah, right, about that lost tickent…we were in Alexandria and and this public service announcement comes on it is, like, Jerry and Bob and they’re saying “Don’t come to the show without your tickent, you’re just ruining it for everyone else,”…and I’m, like, “Well, man, I"ve got my ticket. Does everyone have their tickets?” And Joe, you remember Joe, right, the guy who sold me that really nice Burton tour bag with the green head covers…No, that was Jerry, his brother…yeah, right…Joe, that I worked with at the restaurant…anyway, where was I…oh, yeah,…the lost ticket…and so, like, everyone’s reaching in their pockets and pulling out their tickets and I reach in my pocket and, SHIT! Man…no ticket! I"ve lost my fuckin ticket! But we’re, like in Alexandria, and it is way too far to go back to Richmond and look for the damn thing, and I know I’m not going to find another, well, maybe I will, but I’ll have to pay throught the nose… And just then the mushrooms kicked in really good and hard and I’m starting to have a really difficult time maintaining…no, I don’t have the bottle opener, I gave it to you when we stopped to buy balls…say have you tried those new Maxflies? They’re some really good balls…sometimes you can get XXXed out balls at a discount…no, I’m sure I don’t have the opener. Anyway, so, hey, let’s grab a pack of smokes while we’re waiting…Yeah, just run into the pro shop…there’s always a cigarette machine in a pro shop…you know, I say Jack Nicklaus smoking a cigarette once, and Arnold Palmer gave me a light one time…Wouldnt’ that be far out…you’re about to fire one up on the back nine and you have to ask Arnie to give you a light…'Hey, Arnie, got a match?" That’d be too cool. Hey, man, watch where your’re stepping…those spikes hurt. You know they’re not going to let you on the course with those metal spikes…No, I didn’t bring mine. Lost 'em. YOu know, “Lost my shoes in transit, baby, a pile of smoking leather…” “Across the Rio Grande-O,” Hey, man, the marshall just called us up -you ready to tee off?