"I'm not stalking you; I just want you to try out this driver!" Rodney said, waving the club around. "I've tried to get a dozen players to try this out; most of them have had me thrown off the course. You're my last hope."

"That's flattering," John deadpanned. "It's because I'm the new guy, isn't it?"

"Yes," Rodney said. "Now just try the damn thing."

"I can see why you've gotten kicked out," John said, but he held his hand out for the club. After a couple of practice swings, he hit the ball hard. He held position as it flew across the range, easily passing the 350-yard marker.

"Oh, my god," John said reverently.

"It's going to revolutionize the game," Rodney said.

John grinned at him. "Oh, no. It's going to revolutionize my game. I'm gonna snatch that green jacket right off Tiger Woods' back. You're hired."

Rodney tilted his head. "As what?"

"Whatever you want to be," John said. "As long as no one else gets the club."

Rodney looked him up and down slowly, liking what he saw. "This job have any perks?"

John returned the appraising stare and smiled. "I think we can work something out."