Wow. Some guy brought a ball in today to have plugged and redrilled. No problem. What I noticed was the intense smell of gasoline when he walked through the door. Ok, maybe he just filled up his tank and got a little on his hand, or finished mowing his lawn or something. The ball was in a normal ball box with some wadded paper towels under it. I pick it up out of the box, and the paper towels are wet. The bottom of the ball is wet. It's a Tour Power, and this guy said his brother gave it to him. The freakin ball was sitting in gasoline soaked paper towels.
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Forget Kung Fu, I know Ron Bahr!!!
The only difference between youth and adult leagues are that the big boys are allowed to whine. They're more entertaining anyway.