He was just rolling in it. He had made a ton of money buying stock during the recession and cleaned up during the rebound. He quickly retired and had almost everything he could dream of, including time to enjoy himself, and the opportunity to take up golf. The idea of saving money was pointless to this guy, so when it came to stocking up on course gear he shopped at the club. He didn't even know a site like DIVOT existed because he could afford whatever his heart desired.
With expensive gear in tow, he attacked his first game with fury. By the time he was done, the fairways looked like they had been poughed, and it appeared as if a mole had taken over the greens. There were broken flag pins, clubs and magled balls left in his wake, along with beer cans, cigarette butts, and discarded scorecards.
After shooting a 205, he celebrated whith a steak and a pitcher of beer. "Excuse me, sir," a whispered voice interrupted his feast. "I'm the chair of the Greens Committee."
The rich novice looked around, his face filled with indignation. "You're just the man I was hoping to see. These green beans are cold!"