Paul Azinger was in the hall, evidence that this was a much more significant golf event than Rock expected. Randy Rainwater walked out of their hotel room to speak to him, and Rock suspected from the overheard conversation that Azinger's nice-guy image from television was genuine.
Rock listened as he dug through his suitcase, and it soon became obvious that every shirt he had was filthy. He pulled out one of a dozen and saw it was covered with grease splotches and dried fried chicken crumbs that adhered to the material like old scabs to flesh.
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