The company really missed a golden opportunity imo.... what a bunch of incompetent commercial writers... pfft. Teach the guy how to dance. And not just dance, but dance to disco.
Saturday Night (I'm near the lead going into Sunday) Fever. No flying golf balls needed, just Amy and Phil, discoing their way into the wee hours of the morning.
Of course, Phil barely makes his tee time on Sunday, shoots 75 and goes down in a heap of flames, rinsing a sleeve of balls in the process... but still....
I might then look at their shirts.